It was a difficult, stressful day at work for Mary, trying to work through her hooflike hands and other problems caused by her cowlike form, so as do most stressed single workers, she went to the local bar after her shift was over.
"Something strong," she said as she plopped herself down on the barstool. "I don't care what, just... something really damn strong."
As the centipede-man bartender rapidly got to work on fixing her drink along with about ten other simultaneously, Mary feels a sharp tap on her shoulder. She swivels around on the stool to see a barrel-chested bull-man wearing way too much cologne and one of those "car salesman" kind of grins on his face and she groaned internally.
"Well hello there, lovely lady. Couldn't help but notice you as you walked in the door there. Name's Ferdinand." He held out a similarly hooflike hand to her, which she did not take.
"Not interested. Go bug someone else." Mary grumbles, turning back around. Ferdinand however, has plopped himself down on the stool next to her.
"Someone else? Honey, I only have eyes for you. Now what's your name, sweet thing?"
"What part of not interested didn't you understand? Get lost!" Mary's starting to lose her temper.
"Come on now. You're a cow, I'm a bull..."
"So what? I'm supposed to immediately be attracted to you? That I'm supposed to go 'Ooh, baby you're so hot, take me now, take me now?' It's not gonna work that way, jackass. Bull or not, I can tell pretty damn well that you're a total sleazeball and not worth my time. So for the last time - go - away."