When you finally sat down, you came to realize that you already knew the names of all of your slaves, meaning you already knew the brown bull is Steel, the B&W one is Bill, the Black one is Marco, and the golden one is Phil. You have this gut feeling that you’ve known all 4 of them your entire life, which means reality truly HAS changed. You sit down on your couch to eat a beef sandwich, because Bill offered to make it for you. When you first walked into your apartment you had asked one of them to make you one, and when Bill volunteered, you half expected him to grab the binoculars and turn you into a literal beef sandwich but, no, he immediately went into your kitchen and got to work. Now he’s standing on the other side of the room staring at you.
When you looked through those binoculars you pictured the perfect slaves. That meant a perfect group of obedient slaves that were loyal to the death. You guess once of the side effects of that is that they don’t have much of a personality. They live to serve and that’s it.
You also realize that, while you had definitely imagined all of them to be male, you had not imagined a visible penis. Sure enough, whatever equipment they all have has is hidden within some sort of sheath on their stomachs. You’re curious what it looks like, but you don’t feel like asking. You can tell that all of them have testicles too, each sack the size of a set of tennis balls, and covered in hair. You’ve also noticed that none of them seem to have any bodily odor of ANY sort, which is an added bonus. As you gaze at them, you notice they all look very obedient, but firm as well.