'Twas a sad day as Bill rolled into Dallas, there was a thick purple mist that smelled of freshly cooked bacon. Bill knew it wasn't that low-fat turkey bacon crap either. It was real pig bacon, thick with fat and grease. When Bill finally arrived at the notorious slaughterhouse the Jerry Dome where the smell was thickest, he moved to park. The attendants at first asked for $68 but seeing Bill's unyielding, unrelenting, unmoving, emotionless stare they layed their qualm to rest and let him pass free of charge. After an embarrassing show of gratitude from Jerry Jones Bill continued his familiar journey to this new slaughterhouse. He had butchered many animals before Cows, even more exotic tigers, and even a strange mythical bird that proved to be insignificant compared to his skill. Still while walking to his place of work he looked to the north and saw the Rev-Honey billboard exactly where he had asked it to be placed. Once inside after making sure the Rev-Honey vendor was fully stocked he went to talk to his workers. He told them with that emotionless stare that these pigs were nothing special, nay they were far inferior to their normal victims. With that all the workers began to scream and shout. Bill thought to himself how did he become a simple butcher when he had a P.H.D. in schemeology. But with that they were off to work sprinting through the tunnel to the heart of the Jerry Dome. And with that same emotionless face Bill whispered… "Let the slaughter begin."
