"A feeder pig? What's that?" Carl asked.
One of the elders looked uncomfortable. Both of them knew what a feeder pig was but weren't sure how to say it.
"Well, a feeder pig works in a restaurant for a while, eating all the food he wants, and-"
"Okay, I'll take it!" Carl said enthusiastically.
"Are you sure honey?" Hannah said, grasping his arm.
"Your new wife will greatly benefit from you working as a feeder pig," one of the elders responded.
"It's settled then. When do I start?"
Hannah grabbed Carl and kissed him passionately. "What a selfless husband," one of the elders said, as they walked away. "I wonder if he knows what he's getting into."