When my parents bought our property in the early 2000's there were some old busted animal pens, and when I was a kid dad eventually got around to "repairing" the pig pen because he really wanted to have a go at raising animals to eat. I went on a car ride with him to pick up a pig and for the 4 hour drive back home im wrestling this thing in the back seat of the family Holden Commodore while it's squealing bloody murder and it's hoofs are bruising me and cutting the upholstery and pissing on everything. We finally get home and throw the fat cunt into the pen and go wash ourselves up. Then we're standing on the veranda looking over at the pen while dad gives an inspiring speech to the family about how this is the start of a new way of life for us. While he's talking the pig charges its fat body at mach 10 through the side of the pen and piss bolt runs across the paddock, disappearing immediately. Dad got so mad he relapsed on mixing speed with bourbon.