The handcuffs are biting me, well first of all they’re cold but more importantly the pig’s got his hoof pressing down on my hands, so the sharp edges cut into my wrists. And needless to say the pig, the dirty cop, he locked ‘em up real tight. I didn’t do anything, and I’m here spitting out dirt, choking on my breath like an oversized wad of gum on
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