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Im sure pigs will be glad you feel that way.
He slams his trotters against his keyboard, stands up on his rear legs, and runs over to his superior.
"Boss, BOSS!"
"What is it?"
"We converted another one."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWdXXKM4k9Y
Eating blubber when you don't have to is frightfully plebeian and pedestrian, regardless of what form you eat it in or what animal it comes from.
Thinking roasted pork belly is somehow more sophisticated than eating bacon is like two whinos sitting around an alley arguing over which is the finer wine, Night Train or Cisco.
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ed/Porsche_917-20_front-right_Porsche_Museum.jpg