commercial I would produce as an advertising executive:
A drunken, disheveled businessman stumbles down an empty city street late at night, his hair a mess and his necktie loose around his collar. Someone's had a little too much to drink at the office party.
He stops, turns to his right, and peers down a dark, dirty alley. He can hear the muffled sound of a baby crying. He staggers down the alley and stops in front of a large dumpster, flies buzzing and overflowing with garbage. The businessman carefully removes his suit jacket, folding it and placing it on the ground, then climbs in.
It's not a baby at all. It's a completely nude middle-aged man doing his best imitation of a baby's cry. He has a mad grin on his face, and he's lazily shoveling garbage into his mouth, crying, grinning.
The businessman isn't bothered at all by this ghastly sight. Instead, he unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, and fucks the filthy old man in the dumpster. Cut to a view of the outside of the dumpster: moaning, wet slaps, mad laughter, more crying.
Now the businessman is on his feet, his crisp white shirt now filthy, putting his jacket back on. Then the camera pans and we see at the mouth of the alley several more businessmen, each of them looking drunk and disheveled themselves. Our businessman's friends. Some of them have their arms crossed, with expressions that say, "Come on, man. Really?"
Our protagonist shoots them a look of resignation and embarrassment. "Alright, you got me." His friends walk away, beckoning him to follow.
Cut to the inside of a cheery, brightly-lit Raising Cane's where the businessmen are sharing a laugh over trays of delicious, piping-hot fries and tenders.
Raising Cane's. The best way to end a night on the town.