As the evil, mustachioed master of ceremony leers, anticipating the death he is about to deliver, the pig doesn't flinch. Nor does he smile around his apple beatifically, as so many suicidal "food" animals do.
No. He's peeved. He's skeptical. Impatient. The guy in the top hat is holding up the proceedings with his patter and his "Ladies and Gentlemen" this and his "Without further ado" that.
A (slightly) closer look:
Seeing as there are no new ideas under the