 We're going to be extra kind with especially Joey and a few of us who have been witnessing Merla today. So we are all quite tired, exhausted, emotional and there's a tiny bit of a thing. We don't know who knows. Some people know, but there's a birthday kid in the room. This birthday boy. She gives me a cake. Who knows what my wish was? I can't tell you all, but I'm sure you'll guess. Okay, so we're about to go inside to the kill floor where they will process the animals from the fence. And this is the sort of smoking lunch room here. Everyone drinks coffee. It's early. Everyone starts working early here, so. I think they take a little while to pass away. Yeah, so the blood here, blood goes down and they collect it and then they feed it to the animals. They re-feed the animals. So it's the same species feeding. You know, people think I'm being dramatic when I say animals are stabbed in the throat in a slaughterhouse. Sometimes I have people denying the fact. Well, there it is. Animals are stabbed in the throat in a slaughterhouse, literally. I'm not using a play on words to make it sound more dramatic. I'm not being sensational. There it is. They are literally stabbed in the throat. A very profound morning we had, one of the most profound I've ever had since I've been an activist. I'm sure it will be talked about more as I process it. At the time, though, it's very hard to process highly traumatic events like that. It was quite horrible being in a pool of the animals' blood that you were just sitting down and patting just moments before. I want to talk about the power of showing slaughterhouse footage. It's controversial. I know you're forcing people to watch slaughterhouse footage as they're walking down the street. I'm sorry that you are paying for them to exist. I'm sorry you are paying for them to exist and you're feeding these corpses of these murder victims to your children and we are forced to show that to you without your permission. But the animals didn't ask to be in there getting chopped up either. There is nothing more powerful than showing people what happens inside of these places because people have this picture in their mind about what they think happens in there. And they go, you know, you might say, it's really bad inside of there. And they go, I know, I know. No you don't. You don't know till you see it. Then you know. Slaughterhouse footage doesn't lie. It's very honest. There it is. Right there. Animals struggling for their life, drowning in their own blood. The fear in their face. Horrible. Once they see that footage, they cannot unsee it. It's done. They've seen it. They've connected the flesh on their plate to the animal from which it was torn. Very important connection for people to make. And one by one, the frustrated worker leads each of the pigs out to their death. They can hear the screams of their friends before them being shocked and stabbed to death. They can smell the smells of blood and fear. And as the morning goes by, pig by pig, the herd gets smaller. And the pigs grow more and more worried and sad as they wait for their turn. They take the rest of the hair off. It's like a processing line. The insides take an hour over here and then they'll be processed further. Just moments ago, we were bearing with this, patting them. They were alive and scented and pigs' weight more will arrive on trucks. Now as you can hear by my voice, I'm noticeably shocked by this part. Seeing the inside of the animals that I was just moments before patting and connecting with. Seeing them soared in half like that was probably the most traumatic part of all of this experience. Seeing the inside of their head, I mean, I was noticeably shocked. And it's taken me a while to actually process seeing something like that. Really, really horrific. I can't believe how that just... I mean, how anyone can look at this absolute horror show and think that this is food. Look at this, entrails being cut out of animals, organs just placed in buckets and blood everywhere. Tongues cut out of animals' heads. Or just up and you can actually see the inside of the animal. It smells like blood. It smells like... That was... I've never had an experience like that. I've been a bull witness in a slaughterhouse before, on the kill floor. There was just something about being there bearing witness to the animals first, connecting with them having a really emotional, happy experience with the animals and then watching them be dismembered into half. You know, their stomach torn out and it's just really... It's a reality, isn't it? It's a reality. But I do think that... I do think that it's going to add some power to my advocacy there, but I don't think it's really sunk in yet. I don't think it does till later. I guess it's really going to hit me till we get out of there and calm down a bit and then can process everything that we just saw. It's going to take some time, but I don't know how they can work in there all the time. It's just sick that society put human beings in those places and put those beautiful, sentient, puppy-dog-like animals through such a disturbing existence. But yeah, I don't really have any words in sort of like a processor. Yeah, getting sadder and sadder. It works, it happens, and then the weeks after you start to remember it and think about it and process it and, you know, recollect and talk about it a little bit more fluently, but I just feel a bit shocked at the moment. Like a little bit of disbelief that that happens so quickly and there's just like a pool of animals' blood and like kicking and then flailing and then stomachs being cut out and then there's their heads being sawn in half and everyone just like that's normal. Do you have anything you want to say about that? How about you? That was an experience for you. Do you have any words? It was hard and I have to share their story. Yeah, that's the blood of those angels. There's nothing more profound than that. We're just in the middle of a murder scene. There's like a river of their blood just flowing out of their neck right in between us. I don't know, I guess it's time to process all that and the next speech is going to be a powerful one, I suppose. I can't believe it. I actually can't believe it. Am I asking you to all go bare witness inside of a slaughterhouse though? No, not at all. In fact, I wouldn't actually recommend it to people because you don't know how much this can affect you to afterwards. It takes a very strong character. The way I rationalize it is I haven't been vegan my whole life so I was paying for them to be in the back of those trucks for many years. I had their corpses resting in my stomach for years. The least I can do is go and face them.