Off the road that takes him home, Arvin swerved several times before the telephone pole pogo jumped directly in front of his car.
Grumbling about the fool pole being where it had no right or didn't belong, Arvin staggered out of his busted vehicle and took to walking the city sidewalk.
Tripping and stumbling alone the recently replaced and smooth sidewalk, Arvin comes across this odd black box with several flashing L.E.D. lights.
A key pad is on one side of the cube, as to one side is a large red button; but directly opposite the button is a cone shaped opening that offered Arvin a good place to take a leak.
Inebriated in the extreme, as Arvin rolls the cube over with the cone pointing skyward, he unzips his trousers and taking his rod in hand, begins to shoot a boiling yellow stream at the cube.
The brute weight of the cube is enough to help press and push down the big red button, it then on the down side of the cube.
The machine starts, and with it comes a torrent of foul stench that fills the emitter cone to the brim.
Arvin becomes alarmed and angered as with the turning on of the machine by its own weight put down onto the no button; Arvin types his mind's eye worth into the machine.
A few short moments is all it takes, and like the black box inventor thought of making the scene as something practical.
The inventor had used the black box to help him escape reality, he using the black box to make of him an all black sire bull.
A memory key pressed, and the machine began again with its primary program, making from Arvin the bodily form of a bovine minotaur soon to become a male sire bovine with the attributes so similar to what happened to some motherly cow.