"After the verdict took effect, I was sent to a special prison. Of course, it might not seem special to you. The outside world called it Gotham Prison, while you called it 'Blackgate Prison.' Yes, that was when I came to Gotham."
"There, I discovered something. None of the locals in that prison had to pay any price for anything they did, while every outsider sent there had been sent because someone outside this city wanted them to die there and keep their mouths shut forever."
"What a brilliant idea." The pig head on the screen tilted slightly upward. The densely packed pig teeth overlapping with human teeth filled the audience with a visceral horror and disgust.
"At that time, I realized that all our lives, all our efforts, everything we thought and did, meant nothing to certain people, because we were nothing but pigs they kept in pens."
"I studied hard, took my exams seriously, and worked in the laboratory without sleep or rest, all so I could walk proudly toward the slaughterhouse, face those greedy and cruel butchers, and tell them how fat and succulent I would be when I lay on their plates."
With a clang, Professor Pigface's butcher knife struck the chopping block. But then, as though nothing had happened, he picked it back up and continued, "But I understood that I didn't have to be a pig. I could become a butcher, slaughter them, dissect them, peel those soft organs from their bodies and hang them on hooks, then stand calmly before the table and choose the ingredients for tonight's dinner."
"The lucky ones among them could be given a more important mission." The viewers sitting before the television saw the pig head on the screen suddenly smile. Even its long snout wrinkled, carrying a