Here the author happened upon a Cannazon encouraging one of her captives to sit down in the rapidly warming water.  Fearing the wrath of the Cannazon more than the soon to be scalding water, the young lady complied, and was soon cooking away nicely.

The author considered untying the other poor lass to spare her the same fate, but was reconsidered when the Cannazon looked in the direction of the camera as the picture was taken.  Putting all thoughts of mock heroics far from him, he left the three to go about their business as nature had intended.