D2: …It can’t be. It just can’t be. They can’t overthrow the pigs.
D1: But they’ll try. By God Almighty, they’ll try.
D2: It’s a futile attempt for change– a stupid go at revolution.
D2: All these idiots know is that what they do, they do well. What everyone else does, they don’t do.
D1: Idiots. Albeit, smart idiots. Visionary idiots.
D2: Their vision will dig them an early grave.
D3: They’re all but screwed.
D2: Yeah, it boggles the mind. What could they be thinking?
D1: You’re asking the wrong person. They’re young. Naive. Idiots, maybe, but are they stupid? No. I think they know exactly what’s going on. We’re the ones that are out of the loop. We’re uninformed. Telling us is their next step.
D2: We have an idea of why they want to do it, but we don’t know what “it” is.
D3: Will the pigs be ready?
D1: They have no clue. We know because we’re alot closer to the ground. The pigs are too high up.
D2: But will they be ready?
D1: I do not know. The pigs are comfortable where they sit, fat and happy. Might they sense an attack, who knows what they’ll do.
D2: Not us…
D1: Not us.
D2: Should we do something? We’re not exactly chummy with the pigs, either.
D1: If we back them, the pigs will know.
D2: What else is there?
D1: All that’s left is a war waiting to happen. Sit back, watch, and hope for the best. Or the least worst.
D3: It’s hard to gauge the–
D2: …What’s wrong?
D1: Look out the window…
D2: Oh my god…It’s them.