In our five-year mission to seek out new food and boldly eat what no pig has ate before, we often encounter strange new worlds and alien shopping malls.
Earlier this week an egg-acquisition patrol encountered an uncharted place where rows upon rows of stores showcase component parts of discarded electrical appliances on racks like so many trophies taken from slain foes. Piles of forlorn batteries and shattered iPork screens created an atmosphere of macabre obsolescence of consumer technology that even the slightest of technology geek will take a moment to pay silent respect to the devices of a future long ago passed, but still exuding no small amount of quaint old world charm and civility, that like Victorian etiquette, can only pass muster with maturity.
Fat Pig, Y U DO DIS!?
While we had to restrain the Fat Pig from ending up with a silicon-induced bout of indigestion (not a good idea to eat lithium batteries either, can’t imagine the flaming flatulence from that), I thought this must be the Field of Dreams for aspiring 1337 gamerz self-trained electronics engineers as this is THE source of everything computer wholesale related in the entire country.
On the forbidden fifth level of the computer butchering facility that no one ever went to, perhaps for fear of becoming bacon reduced to their component parts themselves, we encountered this strange monument for what must be the local deity of awesomeness.
Fans: “Thou shalt not pass my mighty air column!”
Yes, it was a Great Wall of Fans. And while it surely is a ridiculous notion to use a dinky computer fan to even try and cool down our great green incredible bulks, such a great concentration of air-displacing devices created what was virtually a Gale of Extreme Cooling +5!
At this point you might hold up one of them puny little computer fans and declare with incredulity “surely you can’t be serious!” but I’ll just reply in Leslie Nielsen fashion!
We spent a lot of time playing with those big computer fans and a lot of other little fans thoughtfully connected to working power supplies in what has to be the greatest impromptu fan event in Pigineering history. And when we got back to the Pork Gear garage there was only one thing to do.
We stuck them onto King Pig’s throne and didn’t stop there. In fact, the pigs may have took flight, at least for a brief moment before Epig Failure!
There is no explanation for why an egg-acquisition patrol ended up in a butcher shop selling semiconductor cold cuts and nVidia-branded salamis. All we know is, it’s great fun to incorporate random inspiration from real life into Bad Piggies ideas in the interest of conjuring maximum freshness of pigineered perceptions. It’s like Vorsprung durch Technik, only pigger!
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