There's been one thing that has really pissed me off about the story of the Three Little Pigs:
The first pig lives in a house made of hay. The second pig lives in a house made of sticks. And then, we have the third pig that lives in a house made of brick and cement.
Now here's the problem: How do you go from straw to a minor upgrade of twigs, to basically a fucking fortress of brick and cement?! Isn't that a bit extreme of an upgrade?! Its like going from an amoeba to a fungi, and then to fucking Albert Einstein.
Clearly the third pig had hoarded all of the family's money and used it to purchase building supplies that would only protect his ass, leaving his siblings to be forced to scourge the wilderness to find their materials.
I hope that the Big Bad Wolf has that x-ray aluminum gun from "Eraser" and kills that greedy, pompous pig.
Fuck you, brick pig!!!
The first pig lives in a house made of hay. The second pig lives in a house made of sticks. And then, we have the third pig that lives in a house made of brick and cement.
Now here's the problem: How do you go from straw to a minor upgrade of twigs, to basically a fucking fortress of brick and cement?! Isn't that a bit extreme of an upgrade?! Its like going from an amoeba to a fungi, and then to fucking Albert Einstein.
Clearly the third pig had hoarded all of the family's money and used it to purchase building supplies that would only protect his ass, leaving his siblings to be forced to scourge the wilderness to find their materials.
I hope that the Big Bad Wolf has that x-ray aluminum gun from "Eraser" and kills that greedy, pompous pig.
Fuck you, brick pig!!!
