Scene: Noon, jungle
A Pig Farmer looks out over a sty. The air is filled with curling, vaporous squeals. The guides are pulling ropes taut from out of view, seemingly erecting a tent, or other temporary structure.
Pig Farmer: The faceless masses...
Guide 1: Tighter now...
Guide 2: (humming, then singing) I pressed my mouth against your back/
Guide 3: (singing) The pinkish skin of a sweet young sow/
Pig Farmer: You there!
Guide 2: (singing) Believed my head to have split in half/
Pig Farmer: Your singing is upsetting the hogs, tra la la...
Guide 1: We won't be a minute here, our ropes are almost set.
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