Remember: everything Cow farm says is made up.

You come to as your arms are hoisted above your head, chains rattling till only the tips of your toes are touching the floor. You realize you're somewhere foreign and completely naked "All ready to get this one processed" A man with a thick Texas accent said, patting one of your butt cheeks. "Alright. Let's get out of the way so the machines can do their job. We've still got to hit our quotas for the week." Another man said, their footsteps retreating.