More like oink oink. Imagine being a little kid on a school trip to DC, you go to the capital building to sing the national anthem. Halfway through, the overwhelming stench of stale bacon hits you like a wave. Some fat, greasy, slackjawed, sweaty pig comes waddling up, glaring at you and your friends. Between labored breaths he says "You -oink oink can't sing that -oink here, it's a um... oink protest. Somebody -reeeeee could get offended." Almost gagging from the smell, you start to ask why but see the dim witted manpigs sausage like fingers gripping his gun and think better of it. Your teacher wisely ushers the choir away from the smirking demihuman and while disappointed at not getting to finish our once proud nations anthem, you're relieved to take a deep breath of fresh air that doesn't smell like a ham and feta cheese sandwich left in a hot car for three days.