Upon hearing Bill's juicy belch, the cat sniffed disdainfully, wondering how these pasty, two-legged, furless freaks could bear being such disgusting creatures. He bent down to lick his poop-shooter clean.

As the boys danced and belched in jubilation for winning asshole of the year, Sarah arrived. She was dressed up as a priest. "Are you ready?"

The boys sobered quickly. Stealing glances at each other to see if the other remembered what they were supposed to be doing for $50, they mumbled that they had to get dressed. Sarah sighed. She looked at her watch. They were going to be late.