H1ppychick
We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.
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More likely he's decided that he can't be bothered going through the motions, heh heh, of actually going to the lavatory, so as a labour-saving measure he's just going to stuff his trousers with bog roll and walk around continually crapping into his kecks.
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NWoD's recently been picked as the figurehead of a campaign to make it fashionable to carry your crap around with you. Project Coolostomy or something, I think he said...
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How did I forget to follow this up? When I had finished the shift I went back to the john to investigate the whole sorry affair. When Mikee got there, the cub-bot was bare. There was no tissue in sight. Further wiping produced nothing. A phantom poo. All existing in my own mind. Until Pia suggested that it must have escaped the pant net and fallen out of mny trouser leg and is in the office somewhere. A singular shitty tissue.
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