Razor flops against the bed, grumbling under his breath as he looks at you. "Lupical, hurry. Dont..want work." He says, his English broken. Razor was never good at talking, and he's refused to learn from you. He then gets up, going over to you and scratching at your back softly. "Lupical? Quit work. Come..eat meat with Razor."

You know you need to get this project done, but Razor refuses to eat without you. What will you do..?