Roan: I- I was just runnin' my mouth! It's good to see you!
Clovis: Is it? I'm not sure I can say the same. I seem to recall ordering my men to simply watch the estate. Tell me, is my memory wrong?
Roan: No... i-it was Sam's idea! He got us cursed! I dunno where he went, but he'd tell ya—
Clovis: Ah! Yes, Sam. We already got him. He was in the fields out back.
Roan: You did? If he says it's my fault, he's a liar!
Clovis: Oh, he's not very talkative at the moment...
Clovis: The boys had quite a laugh draggin' him back to the rift. Honestly, I think it's an improvement. At least as a dairy cow, he's finally contributing.
Clovis: Say, why weren't you changed?
Brutus: He was! Roan was a chicken!
Brutus: Until I tried to eat 'em!
Brutus: Is that so? We'll have to take good care of Sam.
Roan: Wait, you're... not going to change him back?
Clovis: What should I? It's funny. Let him be stuck with udders from now on. See how he likes it.
Clovis: As for you, it's a shame you're not a hen anymore. At least then you might've still been useful.
Roan: W-wait! Clovis— AAAAAHH!