At work at the entrance door from the street there is a ATM and a urn next to it, constantly filled with checks from this ATM. Periodically, smokers burn the contents of this urna with their bulls and all the smoke goes into the room, especially in the summer, when the doors are open. In general, closer to the topic: the room again filled with smoke, I pick up a bowl of water, I go out, there the boss stands, speaks to someone, sees me, then on the text:

Where did you go with the deer?

I: Yes, some pydors burned the garbage again, and would catch their bulls untouched in their ass.

CHEF: I accidentally set it on fire, bring your cage here.