My god, was there pork.
There was pork everywhere.
As far as the eye could see, there was pork.
Pork, pork, pork.
From horizon to horizon, all was pork.
Oodles of pork.
A plethora of pork.
Even the pork had pork on top of it.
Wow, was there a lot of pork.
You think you've seen pork?
You've never seen pork like this.
This was pork to behold.
Mounds of pork.
Tons of pork.
Imagine a guy who really loved pork. I mean REALLY loved it. Well, all his
dreams wouldn't have come close to this.
It was pork.
I mean PORK.
Nothing but pork.
If pork were money...well, you'd have a lot of money, that's all I can say.
'cause there was a lot of pork.
It was everywhere.
Any direction you turned, there was some pork there.
And there was some pork beside it.
And on top of it.
Christ, the pork was everywhere.
It was everything.
The world was pork.
Truckloads of pork.
Pork such as the world has never seen.
That's what happened the day Bessie stepped on a landmine.