You're out in the field behind my barn. I'd say you slept here last night. And you don't smell none too good, either.
TOBOR'S HEAD HURTS. WHAT HAPPENED?
Well I'm no Sherlock Homes. But from the looks of things in the barn and the scratches on you I'd guess you tried to hump my prize bull, and when that didn't work took a hankering for my tractor.
TOBOR IS VERY SORRY FOR THE TROUBLE HE CAUSED.
Well that's just fine. Maybe you'd like to come back to my place and help me get the bull off the roof of the barn.
