"I wish they didn't stick us in cages like this," Elle grunts, looking around at her surroundings. "I mean, it's not like we're completely pigs, just most of the way."
"Me, I wish they didn't spraypaint our butts. They wanna know our names? They can ask us," Eric responds.
"Well, we'll ask our... Erm... Owner if we can wash it off."
"If this stuff actually can come off," Eric sighs. "Just because we're not human anymore doesn't mean they shouldn't treat us with some human decency."
"Man, this is so weird. I mean, just yesterday, we were normal teenagers, college kids... Now what? All that time spent learning and stuff... For nothing."
"But we had the experience, we have the memories."
"That's true. I think... I think I would have liked to know you as a person. You're pretty cool."
"Me? Ha. No, I'm a total nerd," Eric laughs. "I don't know where you get this 'cool' idea from, but trust me, I'm not."
"Well, I think you're cool."
"I guess that's good enough, because I -"
The truck slams to a sudden, sharp stop, and the two pig-people can hear some commotion around them, but due to the thick, crate-like cages they've been packed into, can't see what's going on.