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"Pigs, pigs PIGS!" grumbled https://www.deviantart.com/xavier1880."Anytime this Campto guy morphs me, he makes me into a PIG! I'm so SICK of it! I finally asked him point-blank, 'can't you do anything but PIGS, or are you a one-trick pony?'"
Instead of trying to unpick that mixed, nay, PUREED metaphor, Campto set to work. "She doesn't want to be a PIG, she doesn't have to BE a pig," muttered Campto. "I-I can do other animals... BIRDS even! I know! I'll put her into the Huma-Chicks® universe, set her to work laying EGGS; see how she likes THEM apples!"
Mixed metaphors were indeed carrying the day.
Xavier awoke to find herself standing about three-and-a-half feet high, and covered with feathers from her head to her upper legs. Instead of arms she had wings. Her lower legs were skinny, yellow and scaly, and her feet had claws where her toes and heels had been. All that was left of her human form were her brain case, her eyes, and for some reason her hair. Campto must have found it too pretty (or difficult) to get rid of.
"I guess I can work with this," thought Xavier. "At least I have a steady job in the food industry." Immediately she began to lay her first egg. "Bawwwwk... bawwwk... bawwwk... BAWWWWWWK!," she screamed. It was a bizarre, but not unpleasant experience; like having a minor orgasm while passing a stool. Presently she laid two more, putting her in the top ten percent of producers for that day. She wouldn't be processed into McNuggets for AWHILE yet, anyway.
As she was mulling over this news, one of the workers sidled over to her coop. Even for the class of yahoos who tended to work for this company, he was bad news; snaggled, green teeth, three days' growth of beard, a cigarette hanging over his lips, putrid breath, horrible body odor (both detectable in a CHICKEN FARM, for cry-yi!) and a mean, menacing sneer.
"Hey, Honey, I can see you're NEW here! I'm BELDAD, but you can call me HANDSOME! HAW! HAW! HAW! Y'know, you shore got a PURTY BEAK! I can see you're a good LAYER! HAW! HAW! HAW! What say we find us a leetle LOVE NEST and have us a leetle, what ya' call CLUCK F**K!"
"Oh I see how it is," thought Xavier. "His PIG GIRLS all meet CUTE with the Hugh Grant of the barnyard! He shyly asks them for a DATE, they get to KNOW each other, have a MARVELOUS time, he nervously pops the question, they get hitched and live HAPPILY EVER AFTER! He makes me a CHICKEN and I have to deal with the HILLBILLY RAPIST from DELIVERANCE! And THAT dude was INTO PIGS! It's just NOT FAIR!
"I just don't GET IT," bawked Xavier as she proceeded to submit to Beldad. "WHAT... IS... THE... DEAL... WITH... THIS... GUY... and... PIGS!?"
"I don't KNOW," said Campto. "As someone smarter than ME once said, 'It's a DNA thingie.'"
Instead of trying to unpick that mixed, nay, PUREED metaphor, Campto set to work. "She doesn't want to be a PIG, she doesn't have to BE a pig," muttered Campto. "I-I can do other animals... BIRDS even! I know! I'll put her into the Huma-Chicks® universe, set her to work laying EGGS; see how she likes THEM apples!"
Mixed metaphors were indeed carrying the day.
Xavier awoke to find herself standing about three-and-a-half feet high, and covered with feathers from her head to her upper legs. Instead of arms she had wings. Her lower legs were skinny, yellow and scaly, and her feet had claws where her toes and heels had been. All that was left of her human form were her brain case, her eyes, and for some reason her hair. Campto must have found it too pretty (or difficult) to get rid of.
"I guess I can work with this," thought Xavier. "At least I have a steady job in the food industry." Immediately she began to lay her first egg. "Bawwwwk... bawwwk... bawwwk... BAWWWWWWK!," she screamed. It was a bizarre, but not unpleasant experience; like having a minor orgasm while passing a stool. Presently she laid two more, putting her in the top ten percent of producers for that day. She wouldn't be processed into McNuggets for AWHILE yet, anyway.
As she was mulling over this news, one of the workers sidled over to her coop. Even for the class of yahoos who tended to work for this company, he was bad news; snaggled, green teeth, three days' growth of beard, a cigarette hanging over his lips, putrid breath, horrible body odor (both detectable in a CHICKEN FARM, for cry-yi!) and a mean, menacing sneer.
"Hey, Honey, I can see you're NEW here! I'm BELDAD, but you can call me HANDSOME! HAW! HAW! HAW! Y'know, you shore got a PURTY BEAK! I can see you're a good LAYER! HAW! HAW! HAW! What say we find us a leetle LOVE NEST and have us a leetle, what ya' call CLUCK F**K!"
"Oh I see how it is," thought Xavier. "His PIG GIRLS all meet CUTE with the Hugh Grant of the barnyard! He shyly asks them for a DATE, they get to KNOW each other, have a MARVELOUS time, he nervously pops the question, they get hitched and live HAPPILY EVER AFTER! He makes me a CHICKEN and I have to deal with the HILLBILLY RAPIST from DELIVERANCE! And THAT dude was INTO PIGS! It's just NOT FAIR!
"I just don't GET IT," bawked Xavier as she proceeded to submit to Beldad. "WHAT... IS... THE... DEAL... WITH... THIS... GUY... and... PIGS!?"
"I don't KNOW," said Campto. "As someone smarter than ME once said, 'It's a DNA thingie.'"
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