Thomas wears a grey tweed suit that matches his pallor and limply hangs on his tall thin stooped frame.
He stops and eyes the tour group while laying a hand on a red button next to a rolling door on the front of a giant warehouse.
He states, “There are over fifty billion chickens held in captivity world wide and long ago most of them were beaked, meaning the hard keratin shell that covers the the upper-maxilla and lower-mandible has been removed.
An old lady in the back gasps in horror.
“Its okay my dear, its supposed to be painless and reduces chicken cannibalism,’ he says in a soothing voice while hitting the red button and turns to face the rising door.
A cloud of ammonia scented bird guano seeps out along with the sad moan of depressed clucking.