Literally! Social media parodies: Video playlist

NAPOLEON: Ugh, why would you do this to me? You’re trying to kill me.
I promise… You want my farm, don’t you?
I don’t want your farm. I… You want my farm, don’t you?
NAPOLEON: You cheeky little boy.
HOST: Hey everybody, you’re watching Hog Ones. The show with hog questions and hogger wings.
HOST: I’m here with Comrade Napoleon, Father of All Animals, Terror of Mankind, Protector of the Sheep-fold, Ducklings’ Friend and Lord of the Swill-bucket.
HOST: He’s best known as the president of Animal Farm, owned and operated by animals.
HOST: Napoleon, thanks for coming on the show.
NAPOLEON: Thank you comrade, I’m excited to be here, as is Old Major in spirit and skull!
HOST: We appreciate you coming for the hog gauntlet today.
HOST: We’ve got vegan deep‑fried apple slice spicy wings.
NAPOLEON: Vegan wings. As rule six says, ‘No animal shall kill any other animal… without cause.’
HOST: We’ve got cow’s milk to cool you down—this is all from your farm, right?
NAPOLEON: Has to be real milk. It’s good for my brain. We pigs are brainworkers.
NAPOLEON: I dislike milk and apples, but I have to eat them. I’m doing this for you. To Animal Farm!
HOST: Sorry about the food shortages.
HOST: Here goes. First sauce: The Goat, Muriel.
NAPOLEON: That’s not too bad. Quite mild.
HOST: You named yourself Berkshire boar of the year even though you’re the only one on the farm.
HOST: You’re described as ‘not much of a talker but gets his own way.’ What’s a time you didn’t?
NAPOLEON: Building that windmill. I was against it from the start.
NAPOLEON: Wind power? I’ve got horse power!
NAPOLEON: Snowball pushed a dream of a three‑day week where the windmill works for them. So he had to go.
NAPOLEON: My eyes are stinging from the wings.
HOST: Speaking of Snowball—you claim you can detect him by smell. What is that smell?
NAPOLEON: Betrayal. Sabotage. Where do I even start?
NAPOLEON: We built animalism together based on Old Major. But Snowball was Jones’ secret agent!
NAPOLEON: He stole corn, upset milk‑pails, broke eggs, worked with rats, and milked cows in their sleep.
HOST: That’s messed up—though not true.
NAPOLEON: Anything goes wrong—we blame him.
NAPOLEON: He destroyed the windmill twice! Windmill was my idea!
HOST: Next wing will be explosive.
HOST: Ready? This one is Da Bomb.
NAPOLEON: De blows up dat windmill.
HOST: This one is strong.
HOST: By the way—wings are legs.
NAPOLEON: We had ‘Four legs good, two legs bad.’ Birds hated it, so wings became legs.
NAPOLEON: Call this show ‘Hot Legs’.
HOST: Your slogans are effective. Through Squealer, you’re a strong communicator.
HOST: Who’s your greatest influence and why?
NAPOLEON: Joseph Stalin. It’s all about personality cult and image.
NAPOLEON: They didn’t get him. I’ve got a big picture—of me! In the barn.
NAPOLEON: A reminder I’m always watching. My secret police—my dogs—are too.
HOST: Thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon, this water tastes excellent!
NAPOLEON: Animals came up with that… after I told them to.
HOST: Last wing, last question.
HOST: You don’t have to do the final dab.
NAPOLEON: I didn’t get these medals for nothing. I gave them to myself for bravery.
HOST: Boxer said you’re always right. When have you been wrong?
NAPOLEON: Never! Maybe messaging was confused, so I streamlined rules.
NAPOLEON: All animals are equal—but some are more equal than others.
NAPOLEON: I’m going to throw up.
HOST: You’re unmatched in spicy food endurance.
HOST: Tell the people what’s next.
NAPOLEON: We’re dropping ‘comrade’. Getting rid of the skull. Returning to original name: Manor Farm!
NAPOLEON: To the prosperity of Manor Farm!
NAPOLEON: What happened to my hands? Oh yes… I’m a pig!