He was hoping it was empty, but alas.

"We mean you no harm," Chris said gallantly, hands raised in faux surrender.

But then he undid his trousers and began urinating on the spot.

The old, shabbily dressed woman scowled but waved her children back.

"Begone, you rabblerousing bastards!"

She brandished the knife threateningly, but didn't seem to want to get too close to the stream of urine.