Working in some sort of turkey processing plant can’t be the most exciting of jobs (assuming you don’t get off on murdering innocent animals, not that I give a f or won’t eat it, but that’s what the job is ). So you have to make your own fun. Like giving a Nazi-ish speech to the turkeys.

Pretty cute right! Up until the part when he goes, “Hey, let me cut your head off and bind your arms and legs together.” Yeah, not so cute. But that’s the power of a great, charismatic leader…you go in hoping for the best, believing you’ll be taken to the Promised Land. But instead you just end up jilted, bound with strange objects shoved into your asshole. C’est la vie.