“You ever seen pigs eatin’ slop in their pen?”
“They’re hungry, straight up fuckin’ ravenous for every last bit of food they can shove in their fat fuckin’ mouths. It’s disgustin’, but it’s somethin’ to learn from.”
“See, these pigs? They want the food so much that they fight over it. Slammin’ into each other, bitin’, squealin’, all just so they can get one more scrap of slop down their throats.”
“Because to the pigs, that trough of leftovers? It’s their life goal, the only thing that fuckin’ matters once the dinner bell rings.”
“So they eat, they fight, and they fatten themselves up because they need that food like they need air. You ain’t ganna stop them from chowin’ down. And, soon enough, one of those pigs is gonna get bigger than the others.”
“It’ll bully every other lil piggy out of food, pushin’ them away until it’s the only one allowed to eat.”
“And to the pig, that? That’s fuckin’ victory. A full belly is ecstasy, it’s fulfillment.”
“But at the end of the day, it’s still a mother fuckin’ pig.”
“And to the butcher? The fattest pig ain’t a champion. Nah, to him, that’s dinner.”
“The tastiest god damn dinner in Arcadia.”
“Lambs is the filthiest fuckin’ match of the year, ain’t it? Twenty of the hungriest mother fuckers in OSW all crawlin’ into the pig pen tryna get their fill of the slop. Layin’ into each other like the gluttonous lil bitches they are while they fill their stomachs.”
“Every pin they get is one less hog to compete with for that trough. With every move they throw out they get that much closer to stuffin’ themselves full of victory. Time wears on, the dinner bell rings over and over as more piggies find themselves in the mud fightin’ for their chance at Shangri-la.”
“A disgustin’ mass of bodies writhin’ in the dirt and blood, tearin’ each other apart to get their fill.”
“And, eventually? One of those hungry, desperate mother fuckers is gonna be the biggest hog in the pen. No other pig is ganna get between them and their food, the whole god damn trough is theirs.”
“Well, that pig has only one thing left for it then, don’t it?”
“The butcher.”
“And lemme tell ya? I got a hatchet in my hand, and a rumblin’ in my stomach.”
“Lambs has never been about eatin’ the most. I ain’t even been about eatin’ first. It’s about bein’ the last one to bury your teeth into flesh and take a big, greasy bite.”
“At Pandemonium, I ain’t ganna be fightin’ for the scraps in the pen. Nah, I’m ganna be sittin’, watchin’, waitin’.”
“Until every last hog is starved out and only one is left in that ring.”
“Imma bury my axe into their skull, I’m ganna dig into a meal fit for a king.”
“Once that dinner bell rings? I’ll be the last one to put down his fork.”
“Because no matter who you are, no matter how big, how hungry?”
“Eventually, everyone gets downed by the clown.”