public, as the Cat
[In an unsteady, high-sweeping hand. It's clear he's no longer in Wonderland and that he's not pleased with this development.]
The cattle are butchered where the men are hanged. All slaughtered as one. Tarred shoes in let blood & fat. Efficiency, I hear, is always bloody & this city is a carnal thing, devouring flesh for pleasure & profit both. I prefer the more languid approach myself.