Turns out the basic figures in the transformers siege line are basically minicons, and my sister is back in the hospital for another psychotic break. It's been an emotional day, and it's not even 1 pm yet.
That's because, once upon a time, the people whom owned the animals weren't the people whom butchered them. So the pig was owned by a saxon who spoke english, but butchered by a french speaker. So a pig got cut up into PORC chops.