"You really have no choice, Chad, unless you want to end up as barbecue and bacon? I'd threaten to make you into a football but we both know they're not made of pigskin anymore.
"That's a boy. Now come over here, if you ever want to walk on two legs again. Walk up the ramp, and get in the animal crate," Zeb ordered.
Chad stopped at the foot of the ramp and snorted like you gotta be kidding, if you think I'll do that?
Zeb sighed. "My plan is so simple, even a dumb football jock like you who's been sacked one too many times should understand. The big greased pig contest is next week. The prize is a new F150 truck. I mean to win it. The pigs are being delivered to the fairgrounds tonight. The fastest ones will end up being greased. I need a pig clever enough not to let anyone but me catch him. Your incentive is the guy who catches the pig not only gets that truck, but keeps the pig. So you need me to catch you to become human again. So get in the crate now. Next week, if you do as told, you'll be human again. Now get in there!"
Reluctantly, Chad trotted up the ramp and into the crate. Zeb swatted Chad's pig butt, sending his pig cock and balls swaying. As Chad turned around in the crate, Zeb locked the crate adding, "Good pig! I knew you'd understand. Now to get your clothes and any other evidence. "