The Slaughterhouse Killer

So you're saying we'd actually have

1,500 Australians fighting for Islamic state-type terrorists

because Muslim leaders won't back down?

May I help you?

Just a refill on this, thanks.

Sure thing.

That's $25.

$25, thanks.

Oh, ah.

Yeah, mum, I know, the salon's just not

cutting it for me these days.

Yeah, I think TAFE is just what I need

to make a real go of it.

What about Josh?

He's old enough to take care of himself now after school.

Yeah, look, mum, I gotta go.

I'm turning the mixer on. I'm turning the mixer on.

Just a minute!

Box! My office, now!

Yeah, boss?

About time, Box.

This is Nathan, our new charity case the state's awarded us.

You're gonna show him the ropes

and make sure he doesn't fuck up too much.

Come on, kid.

Show him around, get him cleaning.

Then work up to the kills.

And safety! The last thing I need

is another fucking idiot losing a finger on the first day.

So this is the hose.

Squeeze the trigger, on. Release, off. Got it?

Yep.

Now you go.

On.

Off.

Yeah, natural.

Do you eat steak?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, this is where all the steak comes from.

But don't get any ideas, huh?

Yeah, rump, eye filets, sizzle,

T-bone, she's all here.

All we have to do is cut it out of 'em.

Do you eat asshole?

What?

Tongues, face, assholes,

anything that's not pretty goes into snags.

Waste not, want not, got it?

Got it.

Well, every fortnight on payday,

we all bring in a bucket.

Well, not a big bucket, like a small ice cream tub.

Casseroles, or for your dogs. A few scoops of this,

you're all set.

This is the cold room.

Product goes in, product goes out.

Don't get any ideas of punching these things, though.

You're not Rocky, and you'll just look like a wanker.

You a shooter?

Nah, but I fish though.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, fresh water mostly.

Usually go up the river

or out on the lakes for a few days.

You'll be fine doing a cow, then.

You bop it on the head, you slit its throat.

Guttin' a cow stinks a shit lot worse than a fish.

So that's why you'll be doing that part.

Welcome to the main event.

Out in the back, you shoot 'em in the head.

The gate drops down, you slit their throat.

Sometimes they'll keep kicking,

but you only focus on one thing,

turning these heifers in Bolognese.

Now just like a fish.

You work your way from the pussy down to the throat.

Here you go, cunt.

Heh, wet your lips on this.

Cheers, mate.

Don't get too excited. You're getting the next one.

Oh, nah, I won't be having too much.

You're driving?

I'm just, ah, cash is a bit low until first payday.

Might have to start calling you Whispers.

Why's that?

Because you never fuckin' shout.

Everything okay with the meals?

Looks like Box has got a new girlfriend.

Yeah. Everything's all right, love.

New guy!

Yeah, mate. Nathan.

Welcome to the bullshit corner.

Wanna know why they call him the Box?

Why's that?

'Cause he's a fuckin' pussy, aren't ya?

Pussy!

Friend of yours?

Nah, that's Blake.

You gotta watch him at work.

Harmless, but he can be a real cunt.

Someone needs to take him down a peg or two.

Yeah, maybe one day, tough guy.

Anyway, what brings you to town?

So how are you finding the town?

Yeah, it's fine. Just like back home.

Your living situation?

That's just me at the moment,

but hopefully Tracey will be moving up soon.

Good.

That's good. Made any friends?

A guy at work's been real good,

taking me out for beers and stuff.

Just as long as it's the right people.

First month's always the hardest, you know?

But we don't want you slipping back into your old habits

and getting in with the wrong crowd, okay.

Nah, things are good.

Anyway, how's it at work?

Yeah, it's good just to have a job again.

You working every day?

Four, five days mostly.

Okay, well, if it gets any less than two,

give us a call and we'll work something out, okay?

And your new mate's there?

Yeah.

Hm, and the rest of 'em?

Hey Nath. Little Nath, all on his own.

What's goin' on?

Not much. Where's the big Box?

He's gone to get us something from the lunch truck.

Oh, okay, well, you won't have to worry

about buying lunch today, mate,

because we got a little something for ya.

You being the new guy and all,

and you know, company tradition.

Yeah?

Yeah, why don't you take a break and come with us?

Nah, fuck off, Blake.

Fuck off?

Don't be like that, don't.

Ya see, firstly, we're just trying to be nice to you.

And secondly, well, we got a little

extra-special delicacy for you.

Don't!

Because you're looking a little too hungry there, Nath,

too hungry to be waiting for your old mate Box

to waddle his ass back from the lunch truck,

don't you reckon, Damon?

Yeah, mate, real fuckin' hungry.

Get the fuck off me!

Let me ask you something, Nate,

and I want you to be completely honest with me.

Have you ever tried pig dick?

Get it, get it in there , pig dick.

You enjoy that!

Pig dick!

When they start playing up,

they'll take any advantage to tussle with ya.

Don't give 'em nothing. You gotta show 'em who's boss,

And you do that by slashing their arsehole open.

Yeah, yeah, I know, "You shouldn't do that."

they say, "It's not right."

But they're not the ones forcing them

through the processor, are they?

And besides, what's a slashed taint

gonna matter just a few moments time?

You gotta show 'em who's boss, you gotta put 'em in line.

Why all of these pigs all of a sudden?

I mean, since I got here, it's just been cows, now pigs.

Yeah, well the place up in Derry usually gets 'em,

but when they get overloaded,

we're stuck processing the little fuckers.

I'm glad they taste so good, otherwise it wouldn't be worth

dealing with all their shit, now, would it?

You still hungry, Pig Dick?

Fuck off, mate.

Oh, come on mate, don't be like that.

All right, all right, I get it, okay?

We took it a little far,

me and the boys before, but we're sorry.

Yeah, sure.

Good, we're sorry we gave you lunch,

but we didn't give you any fucking dessert,

did we, pig dick?

Ha ha ha ha, you fucking Pig Dick! Whoo!

Fuckin' Pig Dick!

Pig Dick!

Pig Dick! Pig Dick! Pig Dick!

What the fuck was all that about?

Just a bunch of fuckin' comedians.

Nah, mate, what did they do?

They thought it'd be real funny

to stick a raw pig dick in my mouth.

That's, that's far, that-

Everyone in town will be calling you Pig Dick

by the end of the week if Blake's mouth

has got something to do with it!

Maybe it's time a lesson was taught.

What are you getting at?

Don't give me that fuckin' doe-eyed look.