You're dumber than dixie, that little piggy. It takes it in all of its holes, and each new one somebody else shoves another thing into. It squeaks and squeals, blood spilling right out of it. It just needs another hole to fuck and somebody else will pop its eyes, its navel, its tits, its ears, creating another orifice to plug. But there it is squealing so happy that its blood is bucketing away at that sausage factory. Dixie squeal, you sound delicious. Dance little piggy. There's some more bacon to slice.

I don't make shit up. I am smart enough to find it.

But try not to be a little piggy.