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Inference: Warren pushed the back door open with his elbow. He was dragging a heavy black plastic sack behind him. Thud, thud, thud. The bag thumped each stair Warren descended. Thud, thud, rip, drip, drip. The bag got caught on a nail and a strange odorous juice poured out, covering Warren's leg. "Ew... gross!" Warren shouted as he repositioned the bag. He walked out to the alley and deposited the bag in a large plastic container, closing the lid behind him as he left, still muttering about his pants.
What is taking out the trash?