What are you doing?.??! *comes over after hearing the ruckus*
Why you spoiling your lunch, eating that processed fodder?
You know we planned on a barbecue. I've got your Kadu there out back strapped to the block. *reaches over the knife rack and draws out the cleaver*
Come on...here...chop chop...we can't pluck and gut it until you chop it's head off first.