Nick plummets toward the foul sea below him. It seems to him that he is free-falling forever. The smell of shit is mixed with the already acrid smell of the rarely cleaned toilet. After plunging deep into the water, he swims frantically toward the top to get a breath of air. Nick looks around and sees islands of noxious smelling shit floating in his filthy ceramic prison.
Looking up, Nick notices how crusty and disgusting the edges of the toilet are. He hears a booming voice. Scott peaks in between his legs, "I gotta little gift for you..." He starts laughing out loud.
Nick can feel the water shake from Soctt's laughter. Staring up, Nick notices the enormous hole start to pucker up. "Oh god, Scott, please help me out. You can't just let me die in a toilet."
Of course Scott didn't hear miniature Nick's pleas. He pulls his legs together totally blocking out light to his swimming victim below. Then he pushes out the longest, wettest fart. Scott thinks to himself that the beer and brats fart is going toa long, wet fart. "Oops, pushed too hard," he chuckled as another small log squeezed out from the exertion.
Meanwhile, Nick was swimming frantically when everything went dark and his ears rang from the sheer sound of the fart. Without any warning something heavy crashed down pushing him far under water.
Scott stood up and looked at his work. At first he didn't see Nick. Then one of his tiny turds rolled over and he saw Nick pressed into it and struggling. He told Nick, "Now you are in your own element, you piece of shit. But, I guess I should help you out." Nick couldn't believe his ears.
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