Ah, my dear toilet, it’s time for your dessert. I’ve been preparing it for five days, saving every delight for you. Here it is, a tiramisu like no other – smelly, soft, and oh-so cool. And now, it’s your turn to relish it. Don’t give me that look. You’re trying to ruin my mood. You shall eat every morsel I feed you. Open wide, wider still. Eat my delicacies, swallow, you are my personal loo, my very own toilet bowl and dump. Isn’t it delicious, like a shit sherbet? Swallow, today is your holiday, a day of feasting on your fourth pile. Today, I shall fill you up to your ears. So, eat, my little pig snout, and sing me a song. This is just the beginning; you will have this experience regularly and constantly.