The words echoed in her ears as she stood there outside the door of the room in the headquarters. She was new, and thankful that Roco had taken her in when she first got to these shores. It had been a simple process, Regina explaining she liked dogs and kidding around. She didn't know at the time that baby goats were called kids and now she was here outside this room with the words of waka bouncing about in her skull. 

22:50 <Waka[MR]> take care of Peter Regina_George[MR]

22:50 <Waka[MR]> take care of Peter Regina_George[MR] 

22:50 <Waka[MR]> take care of Peter Regina_George[MR] 

22:50 <Waka[MR]> take care of Peter Regina_George[MR] 

As she stood there the voice took on a beat, speeding up, slowing down, a tempo that if you had the right instruments you could actually market it to the masses who would eat that shit up on a platter and beg you for more. But they didn't know. 

Having been introduced to Peter earlier in the day Regina stated he was quite the goat, which others had taken for a compliment, where her true thoughts were it was a creature of nightmares. An old billy goat past its prime, dwarfism clear within its form and it was dead. Yes, Peter the goat was dead. 

Taxidermy was impressive, but nothing short of a goddamn miracle was going to make peter less than a living nightmare. Bracing herself she opened the door a crack, "Hellooooooooo Peter." Regina said in a timid voice, a first for her. Normally she was the ruler of all, people feared her as her hair was full of secrets. But here, in this building, outside this room, she was nothing. 

The stuffed goat made no noise, thankfully. Regina would have run screaming out of the building if it had. Comforted by the knowledge that it was indeed very dead, although very fucking creepy, Regina entered and with her back pressed against the wall as far from it as she could get she slowly sidestepped until she was in the far corner, crouching down. 

"This is the most bullshit introduction to a family I've ever heard of." Regina muttered to Peter, and then when a low gravelly voice replied, 

"Good." 

Regina started screaming.  

A high pitched screech pierced through Roco's headquarters. Waka smiled to himself as he walked over to Roco.

"Regina_George just got the scare of her lifetime boss"

"Good, good"

Roco was rummaging through piles of papers on his desk.

"This prank you always pull with new crew members is hilarious boss"

"Heh, what you japping about Waka?"

Roco looked up from behind his desk and stared intently at his official scapeGOAT. A honorary title he invented for the first child soldier of the Chicago GOATS.

"The prank where you use some special tricks to make Peter talk"

Roco looked at Waka. Slowly the left side of his mouth rose and not long after a grin appeared across Roco's face. The grin widened until a big smile took its place and before long Roco starting laughing out loud.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Waka always felt a bit uneasy when Roco laughed. It sounded so... forced. As if Roco never really laughs but just makes the sound to appear normal. This time however it kept going and going until Waka started laughing himself.

"Heh.. hehehehehe... HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Roco stopped laughing when Waka joined in and watch him awkwardly.

"Hey IMBECILE, why are you laughing?"

"Uh, I mean, we are laughing about our little prank with Peter right?"

"There is no prank Waka. Peter is a taxidermy mount of a dead goat. Dead goats do not speak, hell, not even live ones do... Except for old Baphomet if we believe Nyah. Now get out! I need to figure out how we are going to pay for my bodyguards this week"

Waka swallowed hard and slowly walked backwards out of Roco's office.

Roco continued looking at the papers in front of him. He brushed his hair aside and leaned back in his chair. How was he going to pay for all these expenses. Bodyguards, fortifications, goat feed, that really expensive toilet paper that @PaddyPitruzzello demanded and now to top it all off the boiler was broken. Most of the goats hadn't washed in days. Even he couldn't deny that the goats were starting to smell a bit. It would be even worse now that Waka was beginning puberty. Oh well not to worry he could always get one of those trendy masks that @HyperVentilate wears. Thinking of Waka what the hell was he talking about. Talking goats. What utter madness. Everyone knew it was fine to talk to goats but if they talk back you might have a problem, kinda like god. Anyway better check it out he thought. 

"GOATZILLA!!" he cried. 

Heavy hoof steps approached and a behemoth of a goat entered through the goatflap he had installed. At least he was saving some money on all the broken doors. Keith and @PaddyPitruzzello still hadn't quite cracked the idea of door handles. The monster goat wore a fedora and was smoking a large cigar. He wore a lovely dark blue waistcoat. He stopped in front of the desk. 

"Hello Goatzilla, can you please fetch me @PaddyPitruzzello. I wanna see if I can get to the bottom of these talking goat rumours and we all knows Paddy is closer to the goats than most. Maybe Keith will be with him"

The goat nodded and headed on his way. Roco watched the magnificent creature leave. He wondered where Ubercorn was. Most likely off dancing his days away as usual. Roco went back to trying to find some cost savings since it didnt seem like their great scheme hadn't been a success.