The two people had only walked for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn when they heard a fierce argument.
"This pile of cow dung is mine!"
"Mine!"
"You're talking nonsense! I know my cow's dung by smell, you try it. There's a taste of blood in this dung, exactly from my cow's prolapsed bowel!"
"Nonsense! A prolapse would taste like this? This is clearly my cow's dung!"
The man took a piece from the pile of cow dung and started chewing, cursing.
"Screw you, can't you understand?"
"What, you not only want to steal my cow dung but also screw my mother? I'll kill you!"
With that, the two started fighting.
The fight was a typical wrestling match, both of them were roughly equal in size and skill, neither gaining an advantage.
At this point, they started rolling down the slope while fighting.
Suddenly, there was a splat, and the pile of cow dung was squashed and scattered everywhere.
"My cow dung!"
"Mine!"
There was a loud squelch.
