Piglet's on a date. Gruntin' and a-squealing and Jumpin' into cans. My own Bay of Pigs. Fix transporter soon. A fine meal until The rest of the pig showed up To reclaim his chunk.
Car is broken down.
I reach for the SPAM-er wrench. Got in a SPAM fight. Pink chunks streaking through the air. Screams of disgust. In the darkened room The SPAM cans whisper gently Soft SPAM mutterings.