Brian flicked a page in his magazine.

�I�d let you name him,� Justin tried.

�Great. His name will be �Hi, you�re on the way to the slaughterhouse.��

�Brian.�

�Sorry.� Brian glanced up pointedly. �That should be �Hi, you�re on the way to the slaughterhouse. Herman.��

�You would not kill our pet pig.�

�Right.� Brian flipped his magazine shut and leaned back in his chair. �Now I�m hungry.�

Justin resolutely returned to his book.

�The diner has a special on sausages.�

Justin winced. �Gross.�

�You want to drive?�