Shrek is in the basement of the English manor, where he has stored his last jar of his favorite snack: pickled eyes. There are only a few left. He wants to eat them all, but must economize. He reaches in and grabs one with his index and forefinger – pinky out too, of course. He is in a fancy English manor after all. Then he plops it into his mouth and swallows it with visible joy, only to follow up with a look of concern. "How to make these last?" he wonders.