"But... but... b-b-but I'm a pig!" Rick stammers, holding his hooflike hands out in front of him, staring at them in shock and disbelief.
"Yeah. So?" Tricia asks, placing her hooves on her hips and raising an eyebrow. It's at that moment that she knows what she needs to do. He's confused. Only thing to do is to heighten the confusion. "I'm a cow. You're a pig. Big whoop."
"But I wasn't a pig... I know I wasn't." He drops to his knees heavily, with a grunt as he does.
"Uh, yeah... you kinda were." The best part for Trish is that she isn't even lying. Not wholly at least.
"I don't... I don't..."
"What, you don't remember? Seriously? Rick, where did we first meet?"
"The high school dance... at the..."
"The old barn! HelLO!" Another convenient truth. This is too good. Too good to pass up.
"But I wasn't... we weren't..."
"Yeah, we were. You were dancing with that fat hen Denise and I pulled you off and took you for myself."
"I do remember that..." Rick absently nods his head as he slowly stands up.
"Exactly." Tricia says. She wants to laugh, but she restrains it. He's falling for it! And sooner than she thought he would even. Now the only thing left to do is make this go further. "I don't know why you're freaking out now."
"I don't know either..." he scratches his head and walks over to the bed, sitting down roughly on the edge of it. He still looks utterly confused, as if his brain is trying to figure out what he's not getting but simply can't. He was never the sharpest tool in the shed. "So now what?"
"Now we finish what you started, Rick."
"Started?"
"I'm not even HALFway satisfied, so you are doing it again and again and again until you get it right, are we clear?"
"Uh... yes... yes ma'am..."