"Alright," number six said as he held his left hand to his corresponding ear. Twelve looked to him with one eyebrow raised in quizzical
curiosity. What was alright?
"The masters have made their decision. They're curious about these two, want to know if their behavior is a new trend or an aberration.
You're to head down there and relocate them to lot fourteen seven beta. It's being prepared as a pasture for them."
"Aw, how come I have to go?" Twelve asked, frowning. "They can't send someone else?"
"You're going because you're the field tech of the two of us. And we're the discovering team."
"You don't mean..."
"Yeah. As of right now, that cow and that bull are our primary responsibility."
"I'm a collection specialist, not a damned farmhand! This is ridiculous!"
"It comes with a ten percent pay raise and full benefits," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Okay, guess I'm a farmhand," twelve said, letting loose a small sigh of resignation. "Gear prepped for transport. Send me down there
before I change my mind."
***
Teleportation was never a pleasant experience in twelve's opinion, and upon arriving, she felt queasy, dizzy. But she had made it.
"Oooooh, Pooool, thoooot ooooos oomoozing..." She heard, and already she regretted this. The barn stank of cattle intercourse, and she
could hear slurping sounds.
"Oh, please, no..." She whispered, creeping around the corner to see what was going on. Sure enough, the bull had his snout in the cow's
hind regions, engaged in fellatio. She felt like throwing up.
"Ahem," she coughed, and instantly, the bull pulled out and looked around frantically, searching for the threat.
"Woah, relax there," she held her arms up, attempting to show she was no threat. " I'm number twelve, I'm here to show you two to your
new home."
The cattle seemed to consider it, then the cow spoke.
"Hoo."
"I'm number twelve. Sorry, numbers are all we get to give out."
The bull shook his head.
"Nooo noooo. Shoo sood 'hoo', look hooloo."
Twelve could already tell that this was going to be futile. That, and incredibly frustrating.
"Okay, okay, stop. Stop mooing every single syllable you say, because I can't understand a damn thing you're saying."
Both of them looked very embarrassed over that, ears drooping a bit.
"Sorry," the bull lowed. "I guess we got caught up in it."
"Honestly, I was having a hard time understanding myself," the cow said, a small smirk on her face. "I actually said the word vooginoo."
"YoooOOOou did," the bull said, and immediately shrugged in embarrassment. "Sorry, didn't mean that."
"That's fine. So long as I can understand you. Anyway, we've got a pasture just for you two all set to go, so any time you're ready, we are
gone."