A huge bulldog at least as big and high as a horse runs down the road on long rubbery legs, chased by his master who's coughing and spluttering. Two silver streams of snot runs down the master's red face.
I am trying to hold onto a little lamb long enough to tie it on a railway track.
We have to piss into a big tub of diet coke, then sip it through a straw. It is quite tasty.