Words of the Constant
Mayor Truffleston
I didn't vote for him.
Typical. Sleeping on the job.
This pig society appears to have built a healthy political system.
In theory, there are better places for him to sleep.
I'm not much of an establishment gal.
Must be a stress nap.
The leader of this pig society.
I suppose that's bureaucracy.
You know, you might benefit from a nice farmer's market here.
I too get drowsy after a good meal.
A chieftain in this clan of pigs.
Doubtless dreaming of the votes which consume him.
A man who understands the power of a tailored suit.
Those in power should sleep with one eye open.
Hi Mr. Mayor!
Goodnight, Mr. Mayor.
You busy yourself with trivial duties.
Dreams are just illusions.
In all my adventures, I've never been able to escape bureaucracy.
You'd think a fancy pig like him would have a home to go to.
I should like to document a pig election.
He appears quite dormant.
HOW NOW, MAYOR?
HAST HE NAUGHT A BED?
Pigs have mayors?
He's dozing.
Wolfgang think this important man.
Important man need sleep, too.
Can't be all that much mayoring to do 'round here.
Sweet dreams.
Too plump fer'is own good.
Sleepin' landlubbin' swine.
Your town?
Sweet dreams
REDUNDANT OCCUPANT OF A REDUNDANT PROTOCOL
SLEEPING REDUNDANCY