I have searched the house. I think we can make the food last ten days if the curate stops eating so much. But every day he eats more and talks louder.
He wails how this is all for our sins and it's the day of judgment. I have to keep shaking and threatening him to make him shut up. Eventually he doesn't care and starts talking at full volume as if he is a prophet crying repentance to the world! "Woe unto this unfaithful city! Woe! Woe! Woe! To the inhabitants of the earth!"