The Planet of Cows

INT. A SHED. VERY EARLY MORNING

Music from speaker
(Chris Isaac’s “You owe me some kind of love”)
“Think of all the things we've done and now,
you've decided I'm not the one.
A love like ours just can't go wrong,
run away baby have your fun but.
I, I, I, I, don't wanna hurt you.
I don't wanna see you cry.
I, I, I, I, just wanna hold you love tonight.
You owe me some kind of love…”

I
(voice-over)
The music is playing on time as usual at 5:00 in the morning…
But I still want to sleep.

I
 (voice-over)
This damn song plays every morning; I hate it…

ANNOUNCER
(from speaker)
It’s time for milking! Wake up, wake up, you lazy human! (Strange noise)

I
(voice-over)
Yes, it’s time for milking… again and again.

I put the milk pail under my nipple, and pat my swelled breast by my hand. Voice-over continues.

Today, I have to fulfill five pails, otherwise I can’t eat. I’m too hungry. I can’t stand being myself.

I’m keep tweaking my breast. And the milk is flowing into the pail. Voice-over continues.

After they took over this planet, they let all of us moved into this shed, and called it a “manshed”… Now, every morning, they drink milk, the milk not from themselves but the milk from us… Everyone’s breasts are getting bigger after be injected with an injection concocted by them…

I’m looking down to my breast

I
(voice-over)
Now, they even don’t need to have milking worker. Why? Because we have hands! Isn’t that great, milking ourselves. It’s so perfect.

I’m squeezing my breast hardly, trying to have some more milk. But it seems no hope. Voice-over continues.

Oh, damn it, I ‘m running out of the milk. There is no more!

I’m still pinching, pressing, tweaking… Nothing, not only one drop of milk comes out. Voice-over continues.

God damn it! I want to eat, want to have my favorite food; I want milk, not from us, from them, from where the milk should come from.

I’m licking my dry lip by my tongue. Voice-over continues.

Oh, my god… Something is coming out, yes, it’s real.

I’m milking my self hardly and happily… But my face becomes suffering… The purely white milk in the pail is turning to bloody. The music is still playing…

Music
(Chris Isaac’s “You owe me some kind of love”)
(From speaker)
“I, I, I, I, don't wanna hurt you.
I don't wanna see you cry.
I, I, I, I, just wanna hold you love tonight.
You owe me some kind of love…”