“Are you folks really satisfied with eating fluffies that don’t know they’re gonna die 'till they get prepped? Maybe you’re some kinna hugboxer who doesn’t enjoy having your meat steeped in a lifetime of existential dread. Maybe you’re some West Coast liberal or a horsefucker from Texas. Well here at Womb 2 Tomb Fluffy Meat Farms we do things different. We make sure every shitrat knows they’re gonna die, and that the day of their death is burned into their “weggies.” Fluffies are too dumb to figure out when they’re gonna die, but we arrange for them to see it happen all the time. Then we give the little horsepigs their every desire - well, every desire except one. As such the fluffy does everything to block out the knowledge of what is waiting, but we make sure it’s front and center for them.”
Brutal
I will always encourage fluffies-as-food content, and this strikes me as a hilarious spin on the concept. My headcanon has a bunch of reasons why fluffies are kept in the dark about their being food animals. I could see a trend where this combination of getting the best of everything but knowing they are going to be painfully impaled and then butchered (possibly still alive) might produce a unique flavor profile.
Editorial feedback: There’s a typo in here that I don’t think is stylistic. (First sentence: “than” not “that”)
Anyway, keep up the good work!
‘Womb to tomb’ is going to stick in my head until it intrudes into an IRL conversation
Hmm where have I heard the Womb 2 Tomb name before… 
But seriously love the brutality and all the references.
“womb to tomb”
I first heard it in fallout 3 tbh
I never played Fallout games. It looks fun though I hear it said in a Francis Bacon documentary once and stuck. Its got good alliteration.