Cocky Cows

Robert sipped on his coffee, savouring its rich taste and aroma. After taking a satisfying sip, he turned to his companion. "Cock cock cock," the tall, pale man said. "Cock cock cock cock cock cock."

Robert's companion, Ah Tan was not impressed by his speech. The acne-ravaged man was visibly flustered as he said, "Cock! Cock cock cock!"

Robert was prepared with a counter-argument. "Cock... Cock cock cock! Cock?"

"Cock cock; cock cock. Cock - cock cock!" Ah Tan replied. His muscular frame had since relaxed at Robert's earlier comment. "Cock cock," he added.

The two men were seated on a couch in a house that was not theirs. How they came to be there was a long story involving being bored on a Monday afternoon, a crowbar and lots and lots of marijuana.

"Cock, cock," Robert conceded to Ah Tan's exposition.

"Mooooo!" came a voice from outside. The two men jumped - they had not expected the house's tenants to be back so early. Robert peeked outside a window, and sure enough, he could see three cows walking towards the house.

"Mooo!"

Robert and Ah Tan bolted out the back door, neglecting the unfinished coffee they had left behind. They ran until their legs protested in pain, which was a good 5 metres away.

As they walked further and further away from the house, they passed by Samad, a mutual friend of theirs.

"You all look like you've been running for metres! What happened?" the concerned Samad inquired.

Ah Tan took a while before controlling his panting enough to be coherent. Finally, he said...

"We talk cock until the cows come home sial!!"