On a hill top stands two shadows. The setting sun silhouettes them against the sky. They stand there for a while. After the climb, one is a bit tired.
"I seriously doubt we had to meet all the way up here for this." The heavier shadow heaved out.
"We couldn't talk about it in the office and I didn't think you'd fully believe me over e-mail." He sits and pats the grass next to him. "You read the one that illustrates the plan though right?"
The other shadow sat and sighed. "I did. But I didn't really understand.. What do you mean fauna?"
"I mean.. Half animal-half people people."
"See but that's something I don't get even more. How do you think that's even possible?"
His conversational partner dug into his trench-coat pocket and pulled out a vial with bubbling silver liquid inside. "A.. friend made me this. He's tested it. I've… seen the results. It's a non-lethal virus that finds and injects key cells with chemically prompted DNA thus generating animal extensions or transforming already human pieces into animal based off the chemical map for personality. One drop of it will make anyone fauna, as the t-cells cant place it, so your immune can't fight it."
"Hmm.." He looked over at him. "You're sure it won't kill, Monty? And the infected can do normal stuff?"
"Oh I assure you," Monty turned toward him. His eyes glowed in the dim light and a smile revealed sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. "They can do anything anyone else can do. ..and sometimes even better."
"But if we infect our own staff.. Yeah it'd be cool, but what happens if there's a fluke?"
"I promise you there won't be. We're changing all of Rooster Teeth Productions in an amazing way, and possibly the world. If anything happens I'll take full responsibility."
"Alright, we'll try it, but your guy has an antidote right?"
"He's working on it. It'll come out around the end of the trial period."
"Okay if there's no chance that it'll fuck up somebody we'll start as soon as possible. All we need now is a patient zero. Also just so you know, I'm only agreeing to do this 'cause it still seems like a practical joke."
"You may grow to regret that."