"Hey, Audrey! The toilets are clogged!"
"N-no. NO, DON-"
The giraffe barely has time to talk when the bull climbs on the nearest table and squats, pushing out a thick, constant stream of shit, which coils messily on the wooden surface of the table. The contents steam and whatever didn't make it to the table squelches on the floor with an earthy thud.
"How many times has this fucking happened? Out, OUT. I DON'T WANT YOU SHITTING ON THE BAR ANY MORE."
"But-"
"OUT."
The female leaves the bar only to chase the bull away, who runs to the exit as fast as he can.
"God fucking dammit."
