"Whoa, dude, you're hung like a bull. Heck, you are a bull, hehe!" Dan laughed.
Mitch was thinking a lot slower than usual. He must still be sleepy he thought, heck he must be sleeping still. Everything in the room was monochrome. Different shades of dark and light. He could smell the oats and his mouth watered. He walked slowly toward his laughing room mate. His fore legs felt a bit odd, he figured he slept on them wrong. Soon Mitch was in the nearly empty common room. Erik Thomas snored on the sofa where he passed out the night before. Mitch ate the oats and part of the box, then he headed over to the bowl of stale chips and started chowing down. Dan hightailed it back to Dave's room with a plastic trash bag. He was in damage control mode.
"Huh? Not so loud!" Erik groaned waking from his stupor with a hangover to end all hangovers. Mitch continued to chomp on the chips noisily.
Erik opened his eyes blinked, and pulled the sofa pillow over his head. "At least it's not a pink elephant," he mumbled.
"Hey, what's that animal doing in here!" the RA shouted.
"What! You mean it's real? Ha ha! Great practical joke guys!"
"Practical joke or not, I'm not cleaning up after that thing, now get it outside," shouted the RA.
Down one floor, Dan was removing the cocoon material from what he thought was Max the dog, until he saw the human flesh. He peeled back the covering, and grinned as he recognized a familiar jawline. Max was now Mitch. He smiled. He was going to train his new room mate. He shoved the webbing into plastic bag, and borrowed a pair of shorts from Dave to dress the sleeping new Mitch.
Dan propped Max up in a chair, and headed over to deal with sleeping cocooned Dave. He reached toward the head and peeled back the cocoon.
"Great Caesar's Ghost!" he said borrowing Perry White's line from the Superman comics. There was that same familiar jawline, though with a heavy 5 o'clock shadow unlike the smooth jaw on Max. Dan removed the rest of the cocoon to reveal a hairier version of Mitch. He giggled as he saw the little 1 inch tail wiggle from the base of Dave's spine. "Looks like you got a little of Max in you, Dave, hehe." A sudden horrible thought hit him, JAKE!
He threw the bag of webbing down the trash chute, and returned to help the identical Mitch clone back upstairs to the room that he'd shared with the original Mitch.
The commotion down the hall with the men lowering a bull from the fourth floor window kept the students' attention, and none noticed Dan lugging an unconscious Mitch into his room.
"What are you going to do with him?" Erik asked nervously. He had visions of blue plate special and mystery meat.
"Actually, he's a top grade stud, we'll send him over to Aggie's breeding farm."
"Who's Aggie?"
"Agricultural College! Are you hung over?"
"A bit...I guess."
"Hehe."