"What kind of gas would you like, ma'am?"
"Uhh, medium rare?"
"Hey there, Bob, I was just on my way to the workshop on avoiding references to sex positions and... say, you drop something?"
"Nope, just relieving some gastric pressure."
"Roger that. I'll see you at lunch."
In a witty little display of defiance, these people dressed up as polar bears and flopped themselves down and played dead in the middle of a Shell station. Message received, loud and clear.
Pick a better place to smoke....like near dried brush.