The Fellowship of the Goat
"The royal goat-sha?" Meme gasped. "But that's impossible! A myth! We'll never find her in time!"
Frank pawed at the ground in determination. "But we don't have a choice. We have to, or we'll never be returned to your proper bodies. Or do you want to spend the rest of our lives as each other?"
"Well," Meme said. It could be interesting, she thought. A lot of relationship counseling did hinge around putting yourself in your significant others' hooves, and they could play some excellent pranks on the userbase like this. But when it occurred to her that she would never again hear her beloved bleat from your own mouth, she shuddered. "Of course not. We'll set out at once!"
Just then, the Secret Agent poked his head in. "Um, guys? What's taking so long?"
Frank pawed at the ground in determination. "But we don't have a choice. We have to, or we'll never be returned to your proper bodies. Or do you want to spend the rest of our lives as each other?"
"Well," Meme said. It could be interesting, she thought. A lot of relationship counseling did hinge around putting yourself in your significant others' hooves, and they could play some excellent pranks on the userbase like this. But when it occurred to her that she would never again hear her beloved bleat from your own mouth, she shuddered. "Of course not. We'll set out at once!"
Just then, the Secret Agent poked his head in. "Um, guys? What's taking so long?"