"Cows?!" Stephen shouted angrily.
"Well, not quite cows... I'll be a cow, you'll be a bull."
Stephen rubbed his hand through his hair and looked upwards. "Does it say what kind? What we'll be used for, I mean?"
"Erm.." Elle looked down nervously. "I'm going to be used for diary produce and breeding... but..." Stephen glared at her, mouth open. "... you're being used for.. meat produce."
Stephen couldn't believe it.