You decided to dial up your good friend Billy, who worked part time as an exterminator and had access to the closest thing to a hazmat suit as you were likely to get. In just a few minutes his van pulls up and he waves to your from the parking lot. "Hey Billy, thanks for dropping by on such short notice." you say as he tosses you a gas mask.
"No problem, man. I've had to work at a crappy summer job too, just last year I worked at the Cheesy Jesus Pizzeria for my smelly old boss Bob." he replies as he puts on his own mask. "Oh yeah, didn't he fire you?" you ask as the two of you walk back to the hellhole your manager considered a public restroom.
"No, he called me a long haired hippy so I shot him in the face with a twelve gauge and bribed the witnesses." Billy replied as he kicked the door to the bathroom open. "Why do you think I work as an exterminator now? No more sweet, sweet money to bribe the cops away. If I shot my boss now I'd have to dispose of the body myself, along with all the people screaming about how "shooting your boss in the face is wrong" and junk. Too much hassle, man."
You decide to keep quiet and silently wonder if you need to get some new friends as you and Billy decontaminate the toilet. Fortunately, the time passes quickly and your eyes only burned when you inhaled, blinked or thought about blinking. "Hey, what's this?" Billy calls out as he plunges his hand into the toilet bowl and you struggle not to vomit on the inside of your mask.
When Billy pulls his hand back out form the sixth circle of hell he is holding...
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