Their thoughtful silence was suddenly interrupted when Mr Jones climbed into the other pigs' holding pen. In his hands he held an instrument which looked like a giant pair of tongs but which the girls new to be an electric pig stunner. The slaughter pigs desperately tried to escape their fates and avoid the electric shock they were about to receive. But with expert routine Mr Jones found his first victim - it was the girl they had just talked to. When the electric prods hit the sides of her head, her body jolted and her intestines were emptied in a loud splash. She gave a few more jerks until Mr Jones released her. With a mean smile he put a chain around the still twitching rear leg and hoisted the poor sow up. He pushed her over to the next work station where he easily cut her throat and let her blood run into a large white bucket. The twitching soon elapsed and the dead pig hang there, eyes still open but unfocussed. Mr Jones could not care less. For him all these sows just fulfilled their fate. They had always been meant to crown a dinnerplate, it had only been an error of fate that they had been allowed to live human lives for a while. This was what they really were. With that he climbed back and found his next victim. While the girls watched in horror, the holding pen soon emptied and all pigs hang on their chains, throats cut and no life left in them.
Mr Jones emtied all the blood buckets into a larger one and put on a machine which would keep the blood in motion so it would not clump. He meant to use it for blood sausage later-on. He then went back to the pigs and lowered the first one into a strange machine. He closed the hatch and soon the pig was turned round and round by metal claws and water jets to remove its body hair. When the machine had done its work, Mr Jones opened the hatchet again and took a knive to scrape off the last hairs, especially in hard to reach places such as around the anus, as he explained to the girls with a mean glee. Mr Jones also used the knive to cut out the pigs eyes and inner ears which he dumped into a rubbish bin without further ado. After that he put hooks through both of the pigs rear legs and lifted it up again. Cady could not but admire its perfect, innocent pink teint. Again, all other pigs followed the same treatment.
"Now we have to get all this superfluous stuff out of their bodies.", Mr Jones said turning to the girls. "I mean it's not all useless, in a way, you pigs are friendly enough to bring casings along for the sausages we humans turn you into. I sometimes tend to think it's more of an inside-out-thing, you know, you're basically stuffed into you own intestines. Isn't that funny?" But none of the girls could share his humour and so he went on. He carefully cut out their pussies and assholes and then wrapped them in plastic so that no body fluids could spoil the meat. The boys penises he cut off and discarded as well. Next he cut open the bellies and took all the intestines out. Those he dissected carefully and washed especially the intestines so they were free of any shit. Then he put everything onto hooks and split the pigs' bodies into halves before he moved everything into the fridge room. "Enough for today", he said. "You will see the rest of the processing tomorrow!" The girls could hardly await it. All of them felt horrible that night. But when they were back in their pen they still forced down as much food as possible to avoid this ugly fate. Little did they know every single one of them was eating herself closer to joining the pigs in the fridge room by every bite they took.