Ben leapt from his apartment, landing on his feet, the sheer weight of his body shattering the blacktop. Ben's nostrils flared as he need for release grew, his gaze traveled up the empty street.
Ben grabbed a Post box, his hands warping the metal before his rammed his tusk into it, the tip punching out through the other side. Disgusted with the quick abatement of his erotic charge, Ben strode over to a nearby building and began to jack hammer at the foundations, crumpling and "freeing" his horn from the ineffective post box.
"Need! Stronger! Now!" Ben virtually snorted fire as he searched for something more sturdy to slam his tusk into. He found a heavy duty dumpster, the thick metal barely yelding to his increased strength. With a deep snarl Ben rammed again and again into the dumpster, his horn punching hole and hole into it, letting some of the contents spill out. Ben was so intent on his "job" he almost didn't notice the deep rumble of a garbage truck pull up down the street.