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THE
MEAT FACTORY
18 February 1999
On a grey,
wet morning the hords of Transit vans come creeping
along to the meat factory. Full of dead brained
workers ready to eek out a living cutting up meat.
Their harts are heavy with glue as they enter the
prison like building.
'Why do I
have to work in a god forsaken Place for little or
no money' one young sixteen year old bravly
shouts.
'Silence
you' says the management. 'You are scum. You are
hear to make pre packed food for scum. Just for
speaking your mind we will send you to the gravy
making room where you will swet amongst huge vats
of gravy and dried onions. The smell will make you
swerl and gag. Now go.'
Toby the
sixteen year old reluctantly goes to the gravy
room.
'My god.
It stinks in here. And the heat is incredible. I'll
cool things down by pissing in one of these huge
vats.'
He does
this and clouds of yellow steam come billowing
out.
Mean while
in another part of the factory a man carrrys to
carcuses on his back. 'Out of the way' he shouts.
'I must grind up these sides of prime beef for the
sosige making machine.' Into the grinder the sides
of beef go. Some one trips the man up and he too
falls into the grinding machine.
'AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!'
he goes.
Some one
reports this acident to the management. 'Good' they
say. We will call those brand of sosiges "Beef and
human pork with onions". And we'll send a packet of
meat balls to his widow.
The
convayer belts crank and moan under the waight of
sosiges. Women on either side gather them up and
put them into plastic packiges. One woman holds up
an extra long sosige. 'This looks like my husbands
dick' she laughs. 'I will suck it.' She does and
puts it back on the convayer belt.
'I'm a
feminist' says another. 'And I am strongly offended
by these phallic meats. They suggest
rape.'
'Then go
to the faggot making room.'
Meanwhile
in the managements office they are counting their
money.
'One
million for us. Ten pounds for each scum faced
worker. Meat is a rich mans bussiness' they laugh.
But their laughter is shatterd by the sound of the
office door being splinterd to pieces by an
incredible force. There before them stands Randos
the Bull patron saint of all cows and
pigs.
'Randos
the Bull' the management gasp. 'What brings you
here?'
'I have
come to avenge my brothers and sisters. Those you
have cut up and minced to make crappy meat products
in the name of money and greed.' he
growls.
'Please
dont punish us Randos' plead the
management.
'I
must.'
He sits on
their heads crushing them then farts. After he
kills them all Randos spreads the money to all the
poor workers.
"Hurray
for Randos" they cry. And another working day ends
at the meat factory.
SEXTON
MING
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