Hey Frank, was that you in the restroom screaming?
Oh yeah, that was my warcry.
Warcry?
Yeah, when I have to drop a deuce, it's an epic struggle between the ever watchful brown eye and the vile excrement of the nether regions. It's a vicious duel on a watery, porcelain battlefield.
Ok, if you say so Frank. You had the tacos from the cafeteria didn't you?
