Just like all transformees at Pleasure Island, Paul and Sylvia were beng watched, carefully and cautiously from the safety of hidden
cameras. The island's staff, caretakers and monitors had to keep abreast of goings on, after all. Make sure things were proceeding
according to the overall plan. So when something wasn't...
"Hey, number six. Check this out," number twelve said. Monitors were given numbers, so as to protect anonymity.
"What do we got? Cows? Typical," six said as she approached, mug of coffee in her hand.
"No, not typical. Not at all. Here, let me rewind and show you what's so weird," twelve said, tapping in the key sequence to initiate the
rewind. "Right there. Listen to the bull talking."
"I don't see what's the... Wait a second. No panic. No freak-out."
"Exactly. Not a single moment. And now look."
"Holy crap, he's comforting her? Have we got ourselves a selfless transformee? Have we ever had that?"
"Not to my recollection," twelve said, swiveling around in his chair. "It's even affecting her, you can see it. They're both more concerned
with making each other happy than themselves."
"Aaa and now they're rutting, of course. I hate this part."
"It's just nature, six. I'm sure you just haven't had the right experience yet."
"Ugh, no thank you. Let's focus on the job. Obviously, we can't punish these two for their selfish ways, can we?"
"Nope. Definitely can't," six said, shaking his head. "Scroll up the manual, see what it says in case of... Gah, what is this, genuine good
behavior?"
"Unprompted genuine good behavior."
"Right. Geez. Can't they just make our jobs easy?"