‘MEAT IS MURDER’, they bark in unison. It’s a typical Friday evening and Harry is lumbering through the glacial aisles of the meat department. The newspaper advertisement promised an unbeatable deal on the store brand bacon — two packets of five streaky strips for the price of one. It did not, however, promise a band of fervent protestors hurling metrical chants and provocative signs into the air. Harry lingers awkwardly. He would leave, but there’s a bearded man inconveniently blocking the shelf with the cheap bacon.
The protest persists, seesawing between catchy soundbites and hoarse monologues. At the point where one of the activists begins to detail something about gassing, Harry snaps.