I’m like, “it’s cool, guy, probably when they get in there they won’t have enough room to move around much so there probably won’t be much damage, right,” and I keep herding the bulls into the china shop.
So the china shop owner guy is still worried, I guess, but he’s no dummy. He know cows can’t walk backwards. So he lets me herd them in to his shop because now he’s signed on for this experiment he might as well see how it turns out.
"That’s all the bulls," I say, shutting the shop door and waving at a taxi. "Wait a minute," the shop guy says, "where are you going? What am I supposed to do with all these bulls? What about the experiment?"
"I don’t care about the experiment," I tell him, breezily. "Do whatever you want. Sell them, for all I care. It’s none of my business."
Then he’s all, my shop, yada yada, everything broken, all the plates and cups and whatever, blah blah. So I’m like, “Why do you need cups so much, guy???”
Later, I find out that the guy was a Nazi or something, which works out for me.