"Okay, maybe I do need a bit of help."

Pete reluctantly admitted over the phone. See, he had been stupid. Instead of renting a sheep for an album cover, he accidentally bought one. Of course he did. Pete is.. well, Pete. He never looks at the fine print.

So now, you were at your best friends house, watching as he struggled to sheer off the now full grown sheep named Franklin. It wasn't enjoying the sheer, and neither was he. He was dripping sweat, outside above some tarp in the pen he had quickly made so he DIDN'T have a farm animal walking around his house 24/7.

He sat down next to the half-shaved, fat sheep, and let out a big huff.

"Jesus, took you, I dunno, a couple millennias?"