"Whoa!" Nate exclaimed, "that's lots of bull juice."
"It's not just getting a sample. We need to determine capacity."
Nate looked confused.
"You gotta drain his balls. Bulls service hundreds of cows. They produce copious sperm. Why do you think I gave you such a big collection vessel? Now keep pumping."
Nate continued. Jeff was sorely confused. Part of him was in the collection jar. Part of him was still in the bull. The bull bellowed, as Nate massaged the bull's huge penis to collect the ejaculant.
"Well, that's got to be over 16 ounces," Nate said, "the collection jar is almost full."
"This is science, Nate, we need exact values in milliliters, not over so many ounces."
"Well, 16 is the highest mark on this jar, and it goes almost to the brim. I'll get a 2000 ml container, so we can get a more accurate reading. You sure you got all of it?"
Jeff floated in the jar staring out through the glass with a 360 degree view of the makeshift lab barn, his brother, his brother's friend and the bulls. It was surreal. It couldn't be real. He was millions of little swimmers seeking out the holy grail a cow ovum. He kept banging his tiny heads against the hard glass walls. How much time was left?