it’s Swine time! they’ll yell coughing and wheezing as they descend upon the masses. their tiny wings fluttering hoofs trained to hold victims down as they shoot their warm-disease-laden breath into our eyes and mouths only to spring on to the next victim. if it wasn’t for the ground-to-pig missiles we’d have no chance at all.

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