I pooped 💩 today

Previously

…He heard Brenda’s footsteps approaching the bathroom door. “Everything alright in there, dear?” she called out, her voice laced with that familiar, affectionate concern. Bartholomew smiled. He didn’t need to explain. He just needed to be. “Perfectly alright, Brenda,” he called back, a genuine, unforced chuckle bubbling up from his very core. “Absolutely perfect.” And with a final, satisfying flush, Bartholomew Buttercup, the Poop Whisperer, felt a wave of contentment wash over him, a quiet triumph that smelled, surprisingly, like freedom.