Erick glanced around the dreary apartment. It was filled with thrift store furniture. He couldn't bring a date back to this dump. He notices the furniture options.
Bruno started humping Erick's foot, as Jeff loudly snored. Erick shifted uncomfortably in his old straight back chair.
Jeff stopped snoring. Erick turned around in time to see Jeff's human features vanishing into Erick's new mahogany leather easy chair on a chrome destal. Jeff stood up to go try it out. He turned back to the keyboard and hit enter. Bruno let out a whimper.
Erick leaned back in his new chair.
"Here boy," Erick called, "Come, Bruno"
Bruno lurched awkwardly out from beneath the table. His legs were fusing into a chrome pedestal matching Jeff's. By the time Bruno wobbled to a stop in front of his master, he was a footstool. Erick put his feet up and leaned back. This was the life. A few more pieces of furniture, and this will be a regular love nest. He leaned back and dreamed. Jeff was dreaming too, but his dream involved a sumo wrestler sitting on him.