It's a fragrant mix of diarrhea and wads of used toilet paper.

    Not exactly pet material.  (Maybe if you had an aquarium?)

    You are thinking about what you could find in Pam's room that would pass as a make-shift aquarium, when...

    <<BAP!>>

    You are bonked on the noggin' by a full bottle of No-Frizz(tm) conditioner.

    Blacking out, you fall face-first into the toilet.

    "Bastard!" shouts Sarah.

    After a little while when your head is still buried in the toilet, Sarah starts to laugh.

    "Brad, that's fuckin' gross!  Get your head out of the damn toilet, and get the hell outta here!"

    She hits you square in the ass with a bar of soap.

    You don't react.

    "Brad!" she shouts.  "Fuck..."

    She now shouts at full volume toward the door:

    "MOM!  TELL BRAD TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THE BATHROOM!  ...AND GET HIS STUPID HEAD OUT OF THE TOILET!"

    "What?"  shouts Pam from downstairs.  "I'm on the phone!"

    "MOM!"

    "Alright, I'm coming."

    Pam puts down the phone and makes her way up the back stairs.  She knocks on the bathroom door.

    "Sarah?"

    "Mom, get in here!  Brad's had his head in the toilet for like twenty minutes, and he won't leave!"

    As she is talking, Pam enters and sees you.

    "Holy shit!  Brad, what the fuck?"

    She grabs you shoulder and pulls your head out of the toilet.

    "Jesus Christ!"

    "Eeeeeewwwww!" says Sarah.

    Your body drops to the bathroom floor.  Your face is covered in diarrhea and dissolved bits of toilet paper.

    "What the fuck happened, Sarah?"

    "I don't know!  He just barged right in here and stuck his fuckin' head in the toilet bowl!"

    "Is that his barf?"

    "No, that's my shit."

    "Why didn't you flush?"

    "What, are you blaming this on me?"

    "Fuck, we gotta give him the Heimlich or something.  What are all these shampoo bottles doing everywhere?"

    "I threw 'em at him so he'd leave."

    "Oh."

    "Stupid Brad," says Sarah.

    "So what'd he do, just barge right in?"

    "Yeah.  I told him I was in here."

    "Fuckin' bastard deserves to die.  I'm not giving him mouth-to-mouth."

    "Call Sandy."

    "That's not a bad idea."

    "Why don't we have a stupid lock on that door?  I told Poppy we needed one."

    "Is Noam here?"

    "Yeah, why?"

    "Can you get him to drag Brad down to the basement or something?"

    "Maybe."

    "You mind if I flush the toilet now?"

    "Yeah, go ahead," says Sarah.

    As the toilet drains, so too does the life from your body.

    About an hour later, Noam comes in the bathroom and takes your stiffened body out to his car.  All alone, he drives to Moose Hill, and carries you all the way to The Bluffs.  There, he digs you a grave, buries you, and weeps in solitude for his departed father.
 

The End
 
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