The waiter walked to the other side of the room, pushing open a door open. He peeked his head inside, "Yo! Zack! Lisa! We gotta job for you." The waiter stepped back out and repositioned himself beside the manager as the door opened for two plump vultures- Zack and Lisa- both of them about twice the size of normal vultures. Zack was in a red sweater and beige khakis while Lisa wore a pink tank top and shorts.
"What?" Zack asked with his sleazy voice.
"We've decided that you- the vultures, I mean- should be on clean-up duty." The manager announced.
"Clean-up duty?" Zack queried with annoyance.
"Yes." The manager began to explain, "After the restaurant is closed and all of our customers have gone beastly, you'll go into the dining room and clean all the tables, seats, and floors."
"What!?" Lisa was obviously disturbed by the news, "Isn't that the job of the waiters?"
"The job requires someone who can stand the overwhelming stench of animals urine and feces." The waiter explained, "Since you guys tend to fill your days with gluttony interspersed with casual sex, we'd figure you could be put to work."
"But I don't want a job cleaning up cow crap!" Lisa protested, "It's disgusting!"
"You should talk!" The manager hickered, "You have a habit of wetting the bed and soiling yourself during orgasms! If you can stand pillow talk in a puddle of your avian crap, then you can handle this cleaning job."
"Yeah, but..." Lisa turned quiet, "I'm okay with touching MY poo."
"Yeah." Zack spoke up, "It's the fact that we'd be messing around with the poop of animals we don't know. It just... disturbs me."
The manager groaned, "You can use magic, if you want."
Zack murmured, "Magic WOULD make it easier..."
The manager added, "And I'll pay you in ceravoniacs."
Zack and Lisa remembered the time when the vultures got hold of a few ceravoniacs- these little gumdrops that serve as a powerful aphrodisiac. When Zack and Lisa had sex that night, Zack had soiled himself with Lisa during their orgasm. Lisa lost bladder control for a few days and had to be put in diapers. But it was worth it.
"Really?" Zack queried eagerly.
"Yes." The manager replied, "All you vultures have to do is use magic to clean the dining room. Without magic, it would probably be impossible to clean the place effectively, so it's mandatory."
Lisa and Zack looked at each and smiled. They turned back to the manager, and Lisa spoke, "We'll do it! I'll go get the guys!"
The manager nodded triumphantly, "Good."
Lisa and Zack waddled their way back into the vulture den.