"The ranch I live on is managed by a nice guy named Brent. He only shoots at us pigs with Subsonic 300 Blackout. I appreciate that he gives us a sporting chance to survive. Up until recently the ranch manger and us Pigs had a sort of understanding; almost a treaty. We could eat as much of his crops as we wanted and occasionally we would let him use us for target practice. We don't really mind subsonic 300, it's quiet and it tickles when Brent hits one of us. Well, last week Brent broke the treaty. Now everyone I know is dead except Dalton, who should have been killed first. You see, Rancher Brent switched to subsonic 375 Raptor. I am so mad I am never eating Brent's crops again. I hate you 375 Raptor." - A Pig