Meanwhile outside the changing rooms, Ted continued to attend to his duties. As he passed John's cubicle, he sniffed the air, an action that his heightened canine senses didn't really appreciate.
"Someone needs to lay off the cabbage," he muttered to himself "although, its not like any human could smell that anyway."
Ted's stomach grumbled loudly. Simply dismissing it as hunger pangs, he bent over to pick up a stray shirt when suddenly he farted. He looked up to see that the store was devoid of all other customers.
"Phew, that would have been a PR nightmare."
What he failed to notice however was the small dome his stomach had inflated to...