You realize that the longer you apologize, the more time you have to check out Sarah's booty.

    "And it's at times like this that I think a person's powers of forgiveness are tested.  I know you must be rather upset at the present circumstances...  I remember when I was your age, and my brother BOOG would routinely poop in the bathtub while I was in there..."

    Sarah punches you in the sack.

    You buckle over, and Sarah slams an elbow down on your back.

    "Augh!" you say in pain.  You fall face-first into the tub.

    "I should kill you, Brad," says Sarah.  "But instead, I am going to ram the plunger up your ass."

    True to her word, Sarah rams the handle of the plunger right through your undies, and up your booty-crack.  She steps back, then runs forward and kicks the plunger in as far as it will go.

    You are forced into perfect posture.

    Sarah exits.

    Slowly you rise.  You reach down to try to pick up the giant poop in the tub, but with your back forced into a straight line, you can't possibly bend over.  This frustrates you.

    You try to swing your leg around and fish it out with your foot, soccer-ball style, but you lose you balance and land on your ass next to the tub.

    You try to get up, but the plunger has created a suction on the bathrom floor.

    "Dang," you say aloud.

    After about 20 minutes, BOOG comes into the bathroom.

    "Yo, Brad, I gotta piss.  Vamoose."

    "I... I can't," you say.

    "Fine," says BOOG.  He drops his drawers and takes a whizz right next to you.

    About half-way through he farts loudly, right in your face.

    When he finishes, you say:

    "Hey, uh, BOOG?  Could you pull me off this floor?"

    "Sure," he says.

    He reaches down with one arm and breaks the suction power of the plunger, and lifts you off the ground.

    "Hmm," he says.  "A suction cup on your ass.  That's pretty cool, Brad."

    Wow.  BOOG's being pretty nice to you.

    "Hey, uh," you say, "could you maybe help me get that giant poop out of the bathtub?"

    "Hunh?  Oh," he says looking in the tub.  "Here."

    BOOG spins you upside down and sticks your ass to the ceiling, then walks out of the bathroom.

    "Good luck," he says.

    You reach for the poop, but it eludes your grasp.

    About an hour passes.

    Poppy comes in and takes a leak and doesn't even notice you.  Or else he completetly ignores you -- it's hard to tell with Poppy.

    After an hour and a half, your ass starts to slide down a few inches on the shaft.

    You can almost reach the big poop!

    Then Pam comes into the bathroom.  She sees you and laughs.

    She pushes you backward a bit then lets go.  You swing like a pendulum.

    "I hope you fall right on that giant poop," says Pam.

    "Me, too!" you are thinking.

    But Pam may have inadvertently helped you out.  You notice that the swinging motion loosens up the plunger in your rectum.

    You swing back and forth as much as you can.

    Pretty soon it's working.  As you rock back and forth, you feel yourself slipping downward.  The poop is almost within your grasp!

    And then with one giant final swing, you're free!

    You sail through the air at an off angle, though, and you land with your head lodged in the toilet bowl.