The point in which you have been sitting on the toilet, constipated for 7 hours straight, and haven't even managed to pinch out a little
tootsie roll after eating KFC fried chicken for breakfast. All the sudden, you realize it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time to move on with your pathetic and ever so boring and stupid existence, you let out a fucking war cry, shouting out "
MAXIMUM EFFORT" start holding your breath as hard as you can, while you release the KFC crackin into the abyss of
Davy Jones' locker, followed by the guy sitting in the stall to your right shouting "SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO POOP HERE"