Jim sat for a second and thought about those words, "They're going to eat us."
Melissa popped up from her grass, "Probably," she looked around, "All we can do is wait until this transformation turns us too stupid to care!"
"That's a HORRIBLE thing to say!" said Jim.
David and Rachel were quietly eating themselves stupid.
"It's TRUE!" said Melissa, "I just want to get it over with. I mean, look at me," she motioned down at her seat, "I'm pissing my pants in fear, here!"
Jim looked down at Melissa legs to see wetness going down the bottom of her nice pants. A puddle of urine had emerged from underneath and was almost close to Jim.
"Oh," said Jim, "I thought you had forgotten potty training. That seems to be going around." He looked around then leaned close to Melissa, "Don't tell too many people, but I'm pretty sure our friend David took a dump in his trousers."
Melissa giggled, "Our friend David? What a wild man he is!" Melissa looked down and saw Jim sitting in her puddle, "Aw, Jim. You're getting your pants all dirty."
"I have it on good authority I'm going to pee in my pants sooner or later," said Jim, "Melissa, before I succumb to my nature and make a complete fool of myself, would you do me the honor of mating with me here on this dinner table?"
Melissa smiled, "Oh Jim, you know just what to say to a sheep girl!"
She kicked up her legs and stepped out of her puddle and rest her front on the table. Jim fiddled with her pants and pulled them down. After, he looked down a gazed at his belt buckle. No matter how hard he tried, he could not unbuckle it with his hooves.
"Um..." said Jim, "Give me a minute."