***ay I show my deserved place to my fat-fed bastard, where I will keep him for weeks, maybe even months, until my cattle are fat and round fattened and ready for slaughter. In my stable, the fattening pig has some run-off, can lie down in the hay and be happy when I stop by and mow it. Everything is prepared for slaughter and my mouth is watering, if only I think of the delicious ham. Of course, I'll take care that you eat nothing else than what I accuse you, because your flesh should finally taste me, not that you still smell like rotten meat. So, get ready for fattening and slaughter, you pathetic bastard and come to my stable now !!!
