“That’s it, we ate him, the last pig ever.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why didn’t we hold on to at least one male and female?”
“The same reason we always don’t: we assume some other country still has one but they never do.”
“What are we supposed to do now?”
“At least we can see them on TV.”
“Sure, but we can’t eat the TV.”
“We’re going to have to try.”
They turn out the light and slowly close the door on the television. The TV backs into a corner and cries.
One man whistles his way back into the room, brandishing a circular knife. The other man can’t watch and waits in the hall.
The TV squeals out its speakers but all the men hear is white noise.