pig #1: oh no! what if it comes after us?? hey! who's that guy over there? maybe he can help us?
pig #3: *yelling* hey you! over here!!
scary man who bears a resemblence to a neck-less truckdriver...yes folks, you guessed it--HENRY ROLLINS!: what the fuck do you want? you know what i hate about talking pigs? they're not on a plate! and if they haven't been roasted and cooked up in their own juices, then there's no point in eating them *blah blah blah blah*
pig #3: oh god...maybe we'd be better off if the lochness monster ate us, i don't want to listen to this guy talk! what a moron!
henry rollins: *still ranting...now talking about a resturant where he ordered pork chops and sent them back cos he didn't like the design on the placemats*
pig #1: maybe, do you think we could feed him to the lochness monster?
pig #3: you fool! *reaches for a brick, out of habit, knowing he threw them all already* hey wait...that's a good idea....
*pig 1 and 3 sneak up on rollins, and push him into the river*
rollins: hey! i'm not done whinning yet!
*SPLASH*
rollins: fuck you! i don't know how to swim!!
*more splashing*
*CHOMP!*
lochness monster: *belch*
pig #3: uh oh....dude, look at that monster! it doesn't look like its feeling so well...
*SPLASH!*
--the pigs watch in horror as the lochness monster falls, sinking down to the bottom of the river---
pig #1: wow...must have been something he ate...
pig#3: you fool! *throws a rock this time* rollins did it! it must have been his horrible temperment or sheer obnoxiouness!
--suddnely al barr from the dropkick murphys shows up, sporting the perfect shirt for the occasion--