The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied animal entrails are splattered all over a dilapidated butcher shop counter, the air thick with the stench of rot and death. Uh, the sunlight streaming in through grimy windows casts an eerie, reddish glow over the scene. A pig's head, somehow severed but still twitching, is moving across the counter by itself, like it's trying to get to a metal meat grinder in the corner, which is, umm, steadily producing a flow of ground meat, even though it's clearly not turned on. Flies swarm the whole area, buzzing loudly in the heavy air.