Whitney gazed at the wooden floor hard enough that it would likely have burst into flames if it was in any way aware that it was being gazed upon. There was little else to do, the gym was empty of anything more interesting then the gym leader herself and her cow, who sat there chewing cud.

"I'm bored", Whitney informed the cow, who regarded her words with vague interest. The sound echoed across the room, returning as a cruel mockery of Whitney and the one thing she truly believed. Or perhaps the room was bored as well and wished to express that fact, using the twisted voice of the one who owned it. There was no way to ever know for sure, it was simply the nature of the room.

"I almost wish I were dead, at least it may be interesting" Whitney mumbled, her voice penetrating the cow's skull just far enough to inform it that she would likely not be milked today. The cow needed to be milked, and the thought of her owner dropping to her knees and suckling the life-giving fluid from her teats was the only thing that kept her going in life. The cud would be honored to know the roll it would play in this, if only it knew.

"I read once that when we die, we rule over a universe created in our own image" Whitney continued, each word falling on the deaf ears of the cow like puppies falling unknown upon a faceless void. "I wonder what mine would be like. Probably sort of like this room, only bigger.... and with less people" she kicked the floor at the threat of it ever expanding. It didn't even have a carpet; it was not a floor one could be proud of. The cow chewed more cud.

"I read that idea in a porno, you know" The cow listened but did not comprehend, as it would distract from the pressing issue of torturing the cud. The grass prayed that the stomach would one day provide it refuge from the brutality of the mouth.

"I really did like that as a porno, but I'm not sure if I should base my whole religion off it" Whitney told her beloved cow. "Do you think this is a good idea?"

The cow didn't think so, but said nothing.