Evgeni was fishing with Crosby, Kessel, and Mario. However, that breakfast burrito he had before the trip was getting to him, and he had to take a dump. Really, really badly.
"I, uh, gotta go."
He walked away and over to the distinct, wild shrub in the forest where the BR usually is. Under it lay a small, faintly smelling , putrid pile of the Pens' droppings.
"Eww. Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go." Geno took off his pants/undexrwear, squatted, and pushed slightly. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but the liquid squelching from his rear said otherwise.
"Ooh. It's hot. Hottt!"
He could already feel the burrito he ate before the long trip beginning to escape his colon. The spice was stinging his anus as the runny stool was pushed out and smacked onto the muddy poo pile.
*splat!* *squirt!* Pat-pat!*
You couldn't tell if a Russian hockey player or a cow did this! Up it coiled, until it touched Geno's young, baby-smooth ass.
"Ahh, betterrr." Geno shivered as his aching, burning pucker squeezed shut with a squelch! He wiped with old newspaper and magazine pages they brought in case, got up, and turned to servey the damage. The Mal-cow pie appeared as a beige-yellow pat touching some leaves of the shrub above. But that meant a real trat if you were from the swarm of flies that accumulated on it.
AN: Uhhh, OK? :p