A gas giant shows up at my work. Backstory: I work as a host at a small local chain restaurant/beer bar. Last night, we had a party of 80+ people rent out our upstairs lounge for a political gathering. About half an hour after the party started, a rotund older person walked in. Limp grey hair, skin like canned biscuit dough that had been dropped on the floor and stepped on, and a cane that looked like it could be used to hold up a tank. Probably once female, before the adipose consumed her. It waddled up to the host stand and gurgled that it was here for the party. I already knew where this was going, but I pointed it to the stairs. It made sounds of distress, but it oozed towards the stairs. I turned my attention back to the door, hoping that was the last I was going to see of it. Of course, a minute or so later the protoplasm inches its way back to the host stand. Between deep gasps that sound like mud being sucked down a drain, it tells me that its knees couldn't get it up the stairs and requests a table. I pick out a small table and set out towards it, only to get punched in the face by... THE STENCH. I've never smelled a decomposing elephant, but I imagine this creature's stench probably compares. My eyes water, my throat burns, and my lungs say, "Fuck this!" and refuse to allow any more of this horrifying miasma into my body. Through my blurring vision, I see it gesticulating at a six-seater table. You want to sit there? Certainly! No problem! Here, take my wallet too! Just let me get out of your pestilential cloud! It left around 930. When I was clearing out the restaurant almost three hours later, I could still faintly smell the stench, even after I wiped down the table, bench, and chairs with bleach water.