We're familiar with the pigs who grind themselves, the pigs who debone themselves, and the pigs who bring the barbecue to your door.
These fellers take pride in their work, that's for sure. Hurry, boys. Time's a-wastin'!
If the old girl isn't up and cooking in the next 30 seconds, she'll never take the cup. And if she doesn't, the pigs don't get their reward: death, dismemberment, and their moment in the Winner's Circle. Also known as the stomachs of the nearest racing fans.