The facilities seem to suggest that this is a two-person job, the lock on the door suggests otherwise. I guess what it really comes down to is an individual's comfort-level-to-desire-to-piss-ratio. The guy before me had the door locked and when he finally emerged I smelled why. How come whenever you walk into the storm left by another it always seems like they're trying to pass it off onto you? Well, no need to flee the seen my flighty, stinky friend; I've conjured up one or two storms here myself.
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