"Horses."
"Horses?" Stephen asked. "Both of us?"
"...yes." Elle fell onto the couch, shocked.
"What... kind of horses?"
"I don't know! I don't care. We're going to be animals! Horrible dirty animals! What the hell do we do?" She moaned.
"It could be worse. We could be pigs and be back home as spicy sausage."
"Shut up Stephen. Oh this is awful!"