you can feel the enraged disappointment radiating off their armor-encased sausage bodies as it dawns on them, the giant donut is not edible.
every thing they have been working for, the bullying, the sadism, the occasional pushup, squealing loudest to get this posting.... what has it all been for?
in the souls of the piggies the donuts of rage are cream filled and growing heavy, growing heavy for the gorging.