It was a dark and dreary night… [Cue spooky yet porno-esque music]

Marsha the poop-flinging spider-monkey stripper is about to take the stage. She scans the crowd, looking for a friendly face to focus on tonight. She knows the ropes: the friendlier the face, the bigger the sucker. The bigger the sucker, the more green she gets.

Off in the back corner sits Gregorio, a doped-up giraffe from the wrong side of the tracks. Marsha pegs him as her sucker of the evening, unaware that the docile face is merely drug induced.

Her confidence grows as she walks toward the pole, preparing to strip off her vest and sparkly pink thong and start lobbing poo-wads out into the crowd.

Her music starts.

**BROWNCHICKNBRWNCOOOOW**

Her clothes come off in a jiffy, and the poo starts-a-flyin. Her aim is quite accurate, and she manages to hit Gregorio right in the face. An ordinary patron would have been ecstatic, but not Gregorio.

Gregorio leaped up in a fit of rage, and ran towards the stage, glaring at Marsha with an evil hunger in his eyes.

He then spoke to the manager to file a complaint, and told him if something wasn't done about Marsha, he was going to have to write a strongly worded letter.

The Manager decided he would just as soon avoid a strongly worded letter, so Marsha got fired and had to go back to hookin. About 3 days later Gregorio died when he OD'd on horse tranquilizers.

FIN!