We Said Destroy III

This is a story about three little piggies---Three little piggies who never went to market, especially on a Friday afternoon, when they stayed at home and let other people bring home the bacon. And they still do. But the rashers get thinner and thinner, and life's knives get sharper and sharper.

This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh

Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness

A curse for a night time; a curse for a lifetime

Three months have gone, and six months are due-time