The waiter felt safe to take a big breath of air, only to be caught off guard of the lingering stench of cow feces. He could handle it, though. It was faint, but it wasn't bold either.
The manager popped out the door beside him, "So... The two cows are off to the dorms, are they?"
The waiter nodded, "Yeah. But I don't think I can do this large-scale. The stench, it's horrible!"
The manager shook his head, "Don't worry. I just needed you for the trial run. I was planning on using the gorillas as waiters, you know, once the transformations begin and the customers start getting smelly. The gorillas have an endurance for the stench."
"Alright." The waiter agreed, "Should I get them to clean up the mess our two 'guinea cattle' made?"
"They made a mess?" The manager inquired.
"The female peed all over the seat." The waiter explained.
"Perfect." The manager grinned, "Let's enlist the vultures to clean up the mess. They don't do anything, anyway."
"Alright." The waiter agreed again.