Jared laid on the ground, solemnly thinking about his current situation. Stuck as a sheepdog, and his dad too proud of himself to help him. His own son. He felt like he should be more upset than he currently was, but the series of events that had been plaguing him for the longest while now had rendered him numb to any emotion except annoyance. Kevin sat down next to his brother, and began petting his head. “Sorry, is it okay if I do this?” Jared nodded, and Kevin smiled. “Hey, man, just know that I’m here for you. You’re not going to be stuck like this forever; we’ll get you your old body back in no time. This thing has a weakness, and we’re going to exploit it for all it’s worth!” Jared looked up at his brother and began panting despite not being hot, the dog equivalent of smiling from ear to ear. Jared was about to bark a thankful response, when he suddenly felt his bladder churn. Whimpering, and humiliated at the thought of having to explain his predicament to Kevin, he sat upright and tried to cross his legs. Kevin caught on from the non-verbal cues, and stood up. “Oh, um..... How bad do you have to go?”