"Try it out?" Robert asks, furrowing his brow in confusion.
"Mary, are you sure?" Jess asks, looking quickly back and forth between him and her.
"Sure I'm sure. I'd rather have a date with a guy of our own kind, wouldn't you?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Then it's settled." Mary reaches into her purse and after a bit of fumbling around, pulls out the pig vial. "Here we have it, Robert. Pig in a bottle."
"You've gotta be kidding." Robert rubs the back of his head idly.
"I already told you, I'm not."
"No... I think I can accept that you're part pig. I'm... I'm just having a tough time accepting that it comes from that tiny little bottle. You sure it's not some extensive surgical procedure or something?"
"Yeah... no surgery. Just magic potion. Or whatever this stuff is." Mary says. "Whaddaya say? Be our tall, strong and handsome pig-man? Just for tonight?" She holds out the vial for him to take.
"I guess one night can't hurt..." He says, taking the vial cautiously. "So I just... what? Rub this stuff on my skin or something?"
Mary and Jess giggle in response. "No, you drink it." Jess answers. "Not all of it, though, or you'll just become a pig."
"So what... half then?"
"Yeah, half. Wouldn't you say that's about as much as we've had, Mary?"
"Yup." Mary smiles, eagerly watching Robert. "Oh, you might want to unbutton your shirt some. Or all the way."
"Oh, yeah. Don't want to destroy it." He does as she suggests, and then takes a few deep breaths. "Well, here goes nothing." Then he takes a swig of the bottle, taking only slightly more than half of it.
"Um..." He smacks his lips a bit, looking around. "Are you sure this is the right stuff?"
"Yeah, positive. Mary, why isn't it working?" Jess asks.
"I don't... oh! Right. You feeling hungry, Robert?"
"Well, I only just ate... holy crap. I am friggin' STARVING."
"It's working," Mary and Jess say in unison.
"C'Mon, Rob. Let's hit the concession stand." Mary grabs him by the arm and leads him to it.
"Three things of nachos, five pretzels, two large buckets of popcorn, and three large Cokes, no ice." He says, breathing heavily.
"Uhhhmmm..." the concessionist looks at him with a blank stare, "Are you serious?"
"No. Better make it five things of nachos, ten pretzels, three buckets of popcorn, four large cokes, no ice. Do you girls want anything?" He asks, glancing back to them.
"Oh, how about two buckets of popcorn?" Mary says.
"Three for me." Jess pipes up.
"Wow. Um... that'll be... uh... a hundred and twenty bucks."
"Here. Put it on my card. And get that stuff fast. I'm famished." He hands the guy his credit card and taps his toes impatiently as he waits for his food.