Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for May 28, 2024

Like I wrote in yesterday’s comments, I had a hunch about the name of the company.

Come on, Tyr! Don’t fall for that bull! You’ve fought giants.

A bovine butcher??

Isn’t that an ox-y-moron??

Come on Tyr, you can take him! I mean obviously he’s got no…um…well testicular fortitude(?).

In Steven Sherrill’s “The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break”* the Minotaur, having escaped the labyrinth on Crete, wanders the earth for a few thousand years (the story takes place in the American South somewhere around the year 2000). He’s supported himself working in kitchens, because if you can cook you can always find a job.

Anyway, at one point he gets a job in a steakhouse as the guy who wheels the prime rib cart table to table and slices off individual portions to your specifications. (He’s very good with knives.) Frankly, it’s no more cannibalism than when he used to feast on human flesh (but no less, either).

*Good book. If you like Neil Gaiman, particularly “American Gods” (which came out a year later), you ought to enjoy this.

I knew a guy that sold pneumatic saws to meat packing plants. They have a pneumatic chain saw for big cuts.