Hey, sometimes you need to identify a platter of meats.
Piggies, stop staring at me so blankly with your super blankity blank faces. I can't get a read on you, you're creeping me out. Let's just eat and get it over with.
Thanks for being so cheerful, lunch!
My steaks are a little too static, they need more attitude.
Considering how angry these birds are, I'm assuming that you'll have to find a friend with a pig lunch and get the eggs from them to complete your meal.
Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
I'll forgive kitty for leaving footprints on my egg because he drew pretty little hearts on my chicken fingers! Aw, kitty, you really do love me!