"Hm, you really like being a piggy, don't you? You look so, how may I put it, comfortable in your sty. But you know, I am a bit bored just watching you eat sleep and shit the whole day. I think we need to make some changes ..." Jeff was on full alert. He had indeed settled in with his new life to some degree and whatever this voice had in mind could hardly mean any good for him. But the voice had no intention to reveal anything yet: "You know, I have so many things in mind I would love trying out. I just don't know which one suits you best. You know, I could just quicken your growth and enjoy the sight of your poor ass ending in a slaughterhouse. Oh well, not ass, obviously. 'Ham' is obviously the term of art here. Or I could try something and else and maybe turn you into a big fat breeding sow. Hm, that might indeed be nice. Or why not a change of species. I think you'd make a lovely hen, laying eggs and all that, or a big bull, just ready to become a tender steak. Gosh, I love this machine."