He's got a goat in there.

Her hand tentatively reaches in; you can feel hair – lots of hair. This guy is hairy like an animal, not like a human. In fact ...

He has goat hair.

"Goat hair?"

"Shut up, lady; just rub."

I am not rubbing goat balls.

You're right; goats are for eating, not playing with.

He disappears.

What did you do with him?

Do you care?

No, just curious.

He's at the nearest goat farm. Now enjoy your ride. How long do we have to spend in this can of humans, anyway?