Mike and his friends sat quietly, still staring into space. Kelly had soiled herself- her pants pulled down, her feces was not contained by any garments. No, the feces had bundled up behind her, climbing up the back of the seat. It was her throne of shameless animal instinct.
A gorilla waiter in a dinner jacket came by. He managed to stack all five troughs in his hands.
Mike beckoned him with his eyes, "Will there be mOOOOre foOOOOOOd?"
The gorilla replied with his deep voice, "We're getting on that. Sit patiently."
The gorilla walked away.