Real porky now

"you really are drunk," the wolf says, disgusted at your antics. "And 'hic' you fat," you reply, slurring, "but tomow, torom, after night, I be shobber." "If I don't eat you first," the wolf replies, "and anyway, you're still fat." Now you're seeing the world through a haze of alcohol, the wolf's statement about eating you seems amusing. Unable to control yourself, you suddenly break out in laughter. "Hey," the wolf says, "what're you laughing at?" When you don't reply, he raises himself up (rather shakily, considering his bulk) and comes over to you. Slapping you a few times, he repeats, "what're you laughing at?" You manage to focus just enough to reply, "you weird." "Yeah," the wolf replies, slightly angry, but you're too drunk to notice, "well at least I'm not a pig like you." There's something in his tone which seems to be sobering. Rolling over you manage to struggle to your feet, and look down, trying to see your reflection in the spilled wine. The picture isn't very good, but you can definitely see that your horns have disappeared, and your muzzle definitely seems smaller and flatter. Looks as though the wolf was being literal about you being a pig.

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