Then the Centaur Vet straps you down to the table.
"What are you going to do to me?!" You ask the Centaur Vet.
"Well I know better than to let a human slave wander around when he hasn't been castrated yet. After all, we all need to do our part to keep the human population under control." The Centaur Vet says as he puts a mask over your mouth and nose that begins to make you breath knockout gas.
Not knowing what the word 'castrated' means, you simply nod your head and say. "Right, we can't have that." At this the other Centaur and the Centaur Vet laugh loudly.
"Thats the spirit!" The Centaur Vet says, making the other Centaur laugh even harder.
But before you can ask why they laughed, the knockout gas takes over and you slip into unconsciousness.