"Bigby?" Colin the pig said as he shook the Big Bad wolf awake with a cloven hoof. "Hey Bigby!" Colin persisted. "What is it this time?" Bigby groaned. He had gone straight to bed after work the previous night, and hadn't even changed out of his clothes. 

"I was wondering if I could look in your fridge. I'm starving." said the pig. Bigby rubbed his eyes and got up from his bed. "Fine, but you shouldn't be here. Why arn't you back on the Farm?" Colin went over to the fridge and nudged it open with his snout. "The Farm is hell, not that you'd know." Colin sniffed around the fridge, resting his nose on a box of Chinese take-out. "Really, Bigby? Sweet and sour pork? That's sick." Bigby laughed and grabbed a beer from the fridge and opening it. "And yet you keep coming here."