The damn pigs must stop oinking this very moment. Or else, there will be some pork chops.
I've always wondered when pigs stop being Piggie Wiggies, and start being food. Is there a definite moment, a moment of decision, where you have to choose sides, or are they really not mutually exclusive?
Such are the questions that mystify me. It's a wonderful little world, I am hungry and about to be broke, and I have decided to change myself. If I make it without starving, the world will be a happier place.
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