So hypothetically, you go pee. You wash your hands and leave the bathroom while walking downstairs your bowels growls, it’s poop time. You head back upstairs and sit down on the toilet and you feel your bowels rumbling again, stronger, more powerful than the last time.
A look of pain grows on your face as you push your bum muscles, attempting to force the poo out. You wince in pain as you hear the clock strike 12. It’s poop time. The feces fire out of your ass funnel into the perfect porcelain bowl below. The white glistening toilet is now stained brown with poop as it blasts into the water, ricocheting poo water back at you. You sit up, pat yourself on the back. You deserve it. Poop time is over. You wipe your ass funnel clean of the dirty brown stuff and wash your hands after flushing the toilet. You leave the bathroom and walk downstairs again, bowels empty. Poop time is over.