When I was younger I worked at a very large scrap yard up north. At lunch one day I overheard one of the guys telling another he'd better leave him alone, or that he'd drum his ass. I came to find out later that meant stuffing them in a 55 gallon drum with holes drilled in it so they mash down flatter and then running it through the big metal shear (1650 tons of cutting pressure), off the conveyor and loaded onto a barge to be shipped God knows where. Given the amount of ex-cons that we had, I wouldn't have put it past them.