"Um...," Colin said, trashing the wet paper towels. "Sure..." He kneeled on the floor and took one of Sally's arms. He fumbled to get his fingers under the latex glove.
When she saw he was having trouble, Sally began to fear the worst. "You said they would come off," she said, annoyed.
"Yeah," Colin scratched his head the way he usually did whenever he was caught lying.
Sally was livid. "I can't believe you!" She pushed him with a hoof, knocking him onto his butt. "You said they would come off!"
"I was just trying to get you to wear them!" Colin stammered. "They'll come off with the udder tomorrow! Relax!"
"Relax?! I've hardly got any hands and I can't stand up without tripping, not to mention this THING on my stomach! Did you think I wouldn't care?!"
"I'm sorry, okay?" he yelled back. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to see you like that."
"Well, take a good damn look!" she said, forcing herself to a half-standing position and toppling into him. She pushed him to the door. Seeing the enraged look in her eyes, he understood immediately. He turned the knob behind his back and opened the door just enough to squeeze through it. Sally didn't want to wait, and shoved him into the hallway. "This is the last time you'll ever see me like this, or like anything! EVER!" She slammed the door to punctuate her rage and tried to lock it. She pushed the knob's button lock in fine, but the chain lock was impossible to pick up. She couldn't get her thick hoof fingers around the chain, so she sank to the floor.
Tears were streaming down her face, but she could only wipe a few away with her arms. She was stuck with an udder and hooves until tomorrow night.