Nicolas cage, is that you?

You enter the bathroom in exasperation, uncomfortable and panting. Wanting to get to the toilets quickly and as quietly as possible, you eye the stalls that are exposed under the rusty doors. Nothing, you find. Not one single stall is open to relive your morning contents inside of your gurgling stomach that was about to explode out of your rear end. Or so you thought... In a far corner you spot an open opportunity. A stall, you sigh in relief! You stumble across the bathroom floor desperately trying to beat the ticking clock of your bomb inside your asshole. You make it and shut the door open in close in one swift motion. You’re eyes land on the glistening toliet and all hell breaks loose. You choke out a scream while you stare at the horrid wretched thing. You can’t move your feet nor legs. You’re overcomed with a feeling on nauseousness as you start panting from the lack of breath. The toliet sits mockingly from across the stall, it eyes your panicked figure in an indescribable emotion.

reminds me of jacksepticeye xD