Genetically Gifted cheat

You got your Spines, Large Bones, Xiphoid Processes, and Animal Fat. That's your bread and butter.

Don't go hacking away as soon as you find a good one.

You split carcasses into three groups: lower, middle, and prime. Each needs a different set of skills.

The real pros can spot the ones in the best conditions. Their parts are the cream of the crop.

Butchering ain't for the faint of heart. It's a dirty, bloody business. And the critters 'round here ain't your average farm animals.

I'm all set for now, thanks.

Don't need no help at the moment.

I've got it under control, thanks.

I've got things handled for now.

Ain't too proud to accept help when I need it.

Reckon I could use a hand.

Got a little something you could help with.

I've got a craft bench near my house that can refine some of that common stuff into something more useful, like Cosmetic Fat or Jeweler's Bone.

Once, I even found an Elastic Membrane. Heard tell of a Beating Heart, but I ain't sure I believe it.

But the better ones might have Gonads, Adrenaline Bladders, Living blood, or Eyes of the Beast.

People don't hang around here long, and that's fine with me.

Uh... not you.

The name's Butch, Butch 'Porkchop' O'Hara.

I'm the best pig farmer this side of Elan, and the only butcher you'll find in Goldenfield.

Folks 'round here don't understand the fine art of pig rearing. But me, I've been in the swine game since I was knee high to a piglet.

Just need to get a couple's nosy outworlders to leave me alone.

Just a quiet cabin off the main streets. My little sanctuary in Goldenfield.

Well, now that you mention it...

Pigs are fed, butcher's block is clean, and I've got a cold beer waiting for me at the end of the day.

How am I? Well, I'm covered in pig shit and smell like bacon grease. So I reckon I'm doing just dandy.

Nobody around here beats my meat but me!