You begin to freak out at the site of the arena that is the toilet seat. Way down below, your massive turd floats ominously with a rotten stench. Back at school you and your rival Dan would have competitions to see who could produce the worst smell. This one now smells like a winner.
You try to get your bearings as you stare at the mammoth cubicle you are in. the seat is crusted with years of guy's piss missing the bowl. The huge door has tons of graffiti from political opinions to "Call this number for good time" You then notice something terrifying. The latch on the door has slid loose. The toilet is vacant and ready for use!
You start to scurry to find a way down without killing yourself when all of a sudden a shadow looms over you.
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