"Agh! Brad! Stop looking at me! Get that giant shit out of the bathtub, and get the hell out of here! You're sick, you suck, and I hate you!"
You step back to take get a better view of her whole body.
Sarah becomes so incensed that she reaches down and grabs the giant shit with both her hands, and then heaves it upward, right into your face.
"Asshole!" she screams.
When the wet shit drips down from your eyes, you see that Sarah is no longer in the bathroom.
"Wow," you think to yourself reflectively. "Sarah's pretty hot."
You wipe the remaining shit from your face with the front of your t-shirt.
Then you head downstairs.
You make yourself a makeshift dinner of beansprouts, tofu, bran flakes, and kiwi sorbet in a big bowl and bring it to the dining room table. You sit with Ghandi who is wharfing down a tremendous bowl of beans.
"Hey, Brad," says Ghandi.
"Hi, Ghandi."
Ghandi resumes pounding down spoonful after spoonful of tasty beans, but then the smell of something seems to make him pause and remember something.
"Oh, yeah. Brad, you should have seen it. I took this monster shit a while ago upstairs. I tried to flush it, but it wouldn't even go down."
You chuckle to yourself.
Ghandi farts for about fifteen seconds.
The two of you enjoy your meals, then Ghandi exits.
You decide that maybe... just maybe, you should change your shirt.