PIGGY CALMLY SITS DOWN ON A BENCH. HE WIPES HIS EYES WITH A HANKERCHIEF THEN HE OINKS DIRECTLY TO YOU – I MEAN YOU HUMAN…PAY ATTENTION
The Flying Pig: You know…(wiping a tear from his eye) It’s been a troubling week. Lots of fighting, lots of bad news, lots of negativity. Times like this make me squeal…but do not squeal humans…do not squeal. This is a time to join trotters to one another and come together for peace.
PIGGY TAKES AN ACCOUSTIC GUITAR OUT OF ITS CASE AND BEGINS TO TUNE IT
The Flying Pig: This is a time to rejoice. So I’m going to sing a song for you. This is a little ditty about world peace…and killing Tom Brady…sing along if you like…
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. Make Tom Brady bleed, Make him feel pain
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. If you can destroy an organ or two, or even slightly maim
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. If he dies on Sunday, it will be a perfect game
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. But if he lives My Pork, he should live forever in shame
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. Anything less than severe injury to Brady is just plain lame
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. Blow up his house today, make it go up in flames
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. What would be really funny my Pork, would be killing him in a bus lane
The Flying Pig: (singing) Oink – Bah – Yah My Pork, Oink – Bah – Yah. Take a knife, my pork, at the heart you will aim
The Flying Pig: (singing) Some one’s signing My Pork about killing Brady. Some one’s laughing My Pork, about killing Brady. Some one’s crying My Pork, no wait they are laughing. Some one’s praying My Pork, please kill Brady. I fucking hate him. Dolphins 112 – Patriots 3. Fuck Off!
