"Seriously," you hear one of the cheerleaders complain, "Why does it smell out here? Like a farm or something?"
"Oh, the football team was out here," an unfamiliar voice, older, sounds out. You push your way through your teammates to see for yourself. You don't recognize the one addressing the cheerleaders, but she is dressed similarly to Zeb and has a boombox in her left hand - you assume that's Mary Ellen. "Y'all know how boys are."
"Ugh, for real. You'd think they'd know a thing or two about hygiene..." another one says. You try hard to think of their names, but nothing is coming to mind. You used to know the cheerleaders pretty well, why can't you remember their names?
"So why are we out here on the football field? Shouldn't we be practicing in the gym like we always do?" yet another one, or maybe it was the first one, says.
"We're gonna be going over your half-time routine, and we need the field practice," Mary Ellen chuckled. You knew that wasn't the reason, and you knew that she knew too.
But you couldn't find yourself angry about this deception. You just wanted some nice sows, that was all. And this was going to get them for you. You eagerly watched, waiting for these human girls to turn into attractive young sows for you to have your way with.
"So, take it from the top!" Mary Ellen called out. Your heart raced with anticipation as they took their starting positions, blocking up on the field and standing with their heads down, pom-poms in their grip.
Mary-Ellen pushed "play" on her boombox, and pounding pop music blared out. You watched with ever-mounting excitement as the girls began their dance routine...