"Let's just get this over with..." Catgirl muttered to herself, then sighed and yanked the back doors of the truck open, and came face-to-face with a massive cow butt. As Beth opened her mouth to shout in fright the bovine's tail raised and it blasted out a thick, wet fart, smelling purely of methane and sulphur and spraying poor Catgirl's face with a shotgun blast of liquid shit. Normally Beth would be absolutely horrified by this, but in this case it didn't matter, as Catgirl was instantly sprayed with another powerful blast of cow flatulence, and her already battered, tired and stressed body gave up, collapsing into a heap on the concrete floor of the garage. The last thing she heard was the sound of mocking laughter coming from the van, as a large figure stepped out of the truck with a coil of rope. "Looks like I caught a thief in the act. Hmph, you're not Birdboy, but I can work with you ..."
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