(Cordy is carried into a quaint, medieval looking village, hung hand and foot off a log like a dead deer. The demons carrying her set the log on top of some braces; meanwhile Odm comes up accompanied by an old demon woman.)

ODM: She is a good cow. Strong. Maybe a little talkative, but you can whip it out of her.

VAKMA: Skinny. Ugly, too. (Cordy lets out a muffled protest) One pig.

ODM: Two pigs.

VAKMA: For this old cow? She'll probably croak before I can get her home.

ODM: A pig and a pint then. Flip liquor.

VAKMA: Fine. Put the collar on. (The old demon man takes a shiny silver collar from her, and snaps it around Cordy's neck.) Ever since the last cow died we've mucking out the flehegna stables ourselves. You should see my rash.

CORDELIA: (As Odm cuts her down and reaches for her gag) I got it, I got it. (Unties gag herself.) Okay. Okay. Look. First of all - I'm a human being - not a cow. You can't just barter a human being! Second of all: one pig? One *measly* pig? Third of all there has been a *huge* misunderstanding. See, I am an American and I have rights. And right now I'd like to get right back to... (Vakma points a square, little, silver thing at Cordy and presses down on it and Cordy yelps and reaches for her collar) That hurt!

VAKMA: Cows aren't for talking they're for doing their jobs if they know what's good for them. (To Odm.) You can come by tomorrow and pick up your stuff. (To Cordy) Come on cow.

CORDELIA: If you think I'm gonna follow you... (Vakma points the silver thingy over her shoulder and presses it.) Ow! You got another think... Ow! Coming.

(Cordy hurries after Vakma, not seeing the human girl, her dirty face half obscured by long dark hair, watching her from the shadows.)

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Sylvia.. Full transcript at:
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