I pooped 💩 today

Previously

…What was this thing? How had it come to be? And, most pressingly, what in God’s name was I going to do with it? The bathroom door, ajar, offered a tantalizing glimpse into the hallway, and from that crack, the unnerving aroma was already beginning to snake its way out, a harbinger of the chaos to come. My meticulously ordered life, the very bedrock of my existence, had just been irrevocably disrupted by a single, monumental bowel movement. The scene was set, the stage was laid, and I, Bartholomew Buttercup, stood at the epicenter of an absurdity I could never have predicted. The Genesis of the Colossus had arrived, and it smelled like trouble.