I’m not sure if friend Kafkaesque is trying to tell me something by linking to this, but I’m feeling a little nervous, I must say.
Says he :

Chickens! Look upon these machines, chickens, and fear!

If I should go missing, you know what to do…
Edit : I see your chickenmachines, Kaf, and raise you what would appear to be a device for cutting out the assholes of dead pigs. Pleasant, huh?