What is it about us as a species that, whenever we get to a point where life is relatively easy, and food is abundant, we feel compelled to see just how much cheese and processed animal entrails we can stuff into things?

It wasn't enough for us to subjugate animals, we had to contort their carcasses into the most grotesque and salt filled shapes possible.

The Bushman is small and his weapons suck. The American is large with volume and his fat fingers can operate machines that make a pig look like rounded triangles.

No sir. It's a layer of joozy sausage links.

I would also like to receive this call, please.

mmmm...