This cage is no page out of H.P. Lovecraft. These men throw hens while their managers laugh. If you fight, you might live for two whole years in a pit of shit that burns your eyes and your ears. Appetite can't justify ten billion dead. Brothers smothered as they exit the shell. The rest oppressed in this fetid hell. No! I shriek, debeaked with a red-hot knife. No! Savor (the) flavor for which they took my life. Appetite can't justify ten billion dead.