Remember this bunch of performing entrées? And this circus of carnivory? Total amateurs. Mr. Bobo's troupe are artists.
They ride unicycles, juggle, balance (while holding umbrellas), and get shot out of cannons!
And they do it all for… Well, not for you, exactly. They do it so that you will love and respect them enough to eat them. So it's really like a gift they give themselves.
Still, you have to wonder how creatures can think of themselves as food—yes, yes, "the greatest food on Earth"—and still work so diligently to perfect their craft. The chickens fly! The pigs have grace! They have conjured up a wonderland. And for the grand finale? They die, get cooked, and are eaten.
Addendum: We assume that any resemblance to The Bingo Long Traveling All-Stars and Motor Kings is purely coincidental.