"Help!" he cried, as the waters grew deeper and he was forced to start climbing up on top of the toilet to avoid the unpleasantries floating around him.
"I can't believe I still haven't wiped," muttered Killer Joe as he clambered monkey-style along the tops of the stalls until he reached the door. "My undies are going to be smellin' something fierce."
Justice was being served, then Killer Joe thought to use the fountain of fresh water from the blown toilet as a bidet - terminating his need for TP, but making him use the hand dryer in a different manner...
Many rough paper towels later, he felt he was adequately dried, when he got a sudden "urge" he needed to take care of in the now flooded stall, beginning again this convoluted process.
Only to find out that the new TP cost more than was previously expected, and the company's margin was dropping fast... "Dang double-ply" he screamed...
Quickly the janitor hurries from the flooded room in hopes of avoiding the wrath of Chuck Norris and having to listen to his speal on the Total Gym....... without Christie Brinkley.