William was going to be slaughtered, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
The knowledge rankled. There had to be something he could do. He felt like tearing off the false nose he had to wear, throwing away the false tail attached to his pants. They couldn't even be bothered to genetically edit your appearance; they used costumes. Costumes, for heaven's sake.
There had to be something he could do. Lead an uprising, or something...
But of course it wasn't as easy as that. He could see the same desire in the eyes of the rest of his herd; the futile desire to escape, get out, return to pure humanity. But they could do nothing that wasn't in the nature of a bullock; and bullocks wouldn't spontaeneously charge their way out of their field. They'd long since given up.
But William hadn't. He knew that there was a loophole somewhere. There had to be.
There's a sudden loud noise, causing the 'bullocks' to stampede
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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