As Porkster waddled into the living room one fateful morning, overalls covered in all manner of gloopy gloopy gloop gloop, he heard a low loud squeal, followed by the sound of peas munching on... Something.
Muttering a few curse words he trotted at a breakneck pace, slamming the door open with his chinny chin chin only to gasp in shock, snout agape at the unusual sight displayed before him; three giant man-sized peas, crudely shaped to resemble his piggy brothers, feasting on the bacon-glazed bodies of Porker and Pork-Pork.
"Jesus Christ Porker... What in God's good name have you done this time?"
