My foot pressed down harder over them as I squatted. Deep satisfied moans and groans left me as the giant bee turds began to rain down, enormous logs falling to ground and shaking the earth on impact. A visible cloud of dust blew off the pile with each the overwhelming smell carried by the particles as they flowed around the city. My hole clenched and sputtered pushing out small turds and brown water onto the mess. Of course each "small turd" was larger then a car. Even if Chris and Tails escaped, they'd fall right into the huge pile of bee turds.