Damo, I've got a 40lb box of rape with your name on it
Nah, what happened was it was night time, area was poorly lit, & a black dog darted in front of the car. I hit the brakes after I'd hit the dog. I pulled over & ran back to the dog, it was alive but it was fair farked. The owner then appeared, & was shitfaced. "ayyyy mate have ya SEEN my DOG... ?"
Commando points to the sack of limp fur & blood on the road, just as a VN smacks into it. Said sack of limp fur & blood flies up from under the VN like a plastic shopping bag & lands back on the road like a wet flannel. The dog's definitely dead now. VN boots it & does a runner.
Owner: "what... the faaaaaaarkkk?"
Then a Corolla hits the dog. SQUISH.
Commando: "I think it's dead

"
Then, these kids run up to the road "hey daddy have you seen the dog? ... OMG WHAT'S THAT ON THE ROAD!!!"
Commando:
Owner: "aaargh, its just a BIG CAT"
Owner turns to Commando:
"you get this out of here. now."Commando:

Owner takes a step towards Commando, kids start crying.
Commando: "OK! OK! I've got a box in the boot, I'll put it in that &, err, 'give it a burial' if you like"
Owner: "good."
Anyway the dog "leaked" through the box & into the boot carpet. It's RIPing in bushland, from where I lifted the box out of the boot & the arse of the box gave way due to being saturated. The dog slopped onto the ground, & I *really* wasn't keen on picking its remains up. Again.
Moist Times!