It wasn't as if sitting in the dumpster would infect it or something.
The Dumpster blocking their doorway groaned, and then it actually slid a few inches.
There were dumpsters there, and a recessed doorway, and they squeezed past the dumpster and into the doorway.
“Spidey-sense is tingling,” he said, as he killed his lights and crept forward to the dumpster.
Kurt, standing on something in the dumpster that crackled, reached down and grabbed him by the wrist and hoisted him up.
He has dinner with a woman, then he takes her dumpster diving and comes home and goes to bed.
The cat sprang away, clawing up his face, leaping back onto the Dumpster.
The dumpster was seven feet cubed, the duckies a few inches on a side.
There were thousands and thousands of duckies in the dumpster: more than they could ever fit into the Buick.