Once again, it's slaughter day for me. A fat doozy is about to meet a quick end. In a short, white work coat, colorful apron and black rubber boots, I prepare everything necessary in the slaughterhouse and push the human pig to the hanging scales from grandpa's time. After all, a thorough examination is a must. Then it's the boar's turn and I slaughter it very authentically in the classic white butcher's outfit... and in the end, the human pig lies on the slaughter rain and gets even the last juice squeezed out of the pig balls.