2 Stalls, 1 Urinal

                The facility starts with a heavy wooden door with black block letters that read: “B YS.” Between the “B” and the “Y” is the barely visible, yet fainted letter “O,” left by the previous letter than used to be in between. Besides the fact that the door is very wet and sticky, the chill of the spring breeze creates a lukewarm atmosphere a few inches away from the surface of the door. On the right-hand side of the door, there is a golden handle twist-friendly for the accommodation of human hands to gently grab so that they may enter this facility. To the right side of the door there is another sign, which is in red block letters that says “Men” with tiny dots below it, indicating another language.

            A young boy, sixty times smaller than an average American football field, dressed in a T-shirt, size XXL, and navy blue jeans, size extra-large, walks into this facility. His jeans are ripped near his patella bone, which may be referred to as his knee, and also on the rims of the bottom portion of his jeans. In addition, these jeans are not held tightly on the circumference of the waist of his body, allowing greater potential energy for his jeans to fall closer to the ground. They are stopped at the lower half of the buttocks, which are slightly concealed by his oversized T-shirt, and a human eye can catch his white boxer briefs if caught at the right angle.

Every stride he takes in this facility creates a ‘glump’ sound from his Nike shoes, which are continually immersed in the fluid that inundates the entire surface area. The boy glances down on the floor. There is a residue that fills the whole area of the four walls that surround this room with an excretory odor. This odor fends off any animals that might sit on the window sill of the facility, which is located on the right upper corner of where the boy is currently standing. A second before the boy stepped into this facility, a yellow mocking bird nearly perched on the sill until it got close enough to smell the odor, so it backed away from this sill. This boy covers his nasal area, as well as part of his oral area, and slowly walks towards the stalls and urinal.

            The floor can be described as a distasteful, muddy area that is not eco-friendly. These floors are drowned by a liquid that can be examined in a lab as 20% water, 20% fecal matter, from both animal and human, 50% urine, and 10% other, including lubricant, gel, and semen. The tiny particles of this liquid evaporate at an exponential rate and rises up in the air, well into the ceiling, which is also molding from much rotting of the material that makes up the ceiling.

All over the walls of the facility are etchings and carvings of previous humans that have entered. Some of these etchings and carvings are legible English, an Anglo-Saxon language supposedly a derivative of Latin, while others contain some strange symbolic language that can not be understood without extensive study. Some of these read in English: “West/Side,” “East/Side,” “Bob was here,” “Fuck Bob,” “Fuck you, motherfucker,” “Penis,” “North/side,” “Suck my cunt,” “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,” “LOL,” “LOL is for losers,” “Shut up fag,” in that particular order from left to right starting from the door. The walls are made of tinted glass squares in a maroon and silver-like color substitute and are held together with a bit of concrete in between the sides of these glass squares. These squares vary in three sizes, tiny, regular, and large. The order of which they are stacked up upon from floor to roof is tiny, large, regular, tiny, large, regular, tiny, large, regular, and so on.

The ‘glump’ sound continues resonating around the facility as the boy approaches the stall. The boy knocks on the door of the first stall closest to the sink.

            “Sorry dude. Try another one,” an urging boy says within the stall, as he struggles to excrete his fecal matter. His struggle is useless since he can not push it out all through his small anal sphincter in one go because the size of this matter is larger than his excreting capacity.

The boy stops the rhythmic pattern of the knocking and walks to another stall. He tries the same knocking rhythm.

“Bad luck for you today,” a masculine voice inside the stall says.

The boy looks at the only urinal in this facility, and back at the stalls. There are two stalls in this facility, both of them are occupied. The boy brings his hand to his groin area and firmly grabs on it very tightly. The urinal, which is rusted brown near the bottom of the bowl, is incredibly wet as well. Right below the urinal is a puddle twenty inches in diameter of the liquid described before as the fluid flooding the floor a moment ago. The silver handle of this urinal is also wet with some red looking goo. There is a candy wrapper jammed in the pipe that drains the bowl.

The boy stares at the urinal with his hand still firmly grasping his penis and ball sack, which was previously referred to as the groin. There is a motor on top of this urinal that blinks a red light. This light blinks every two seconds, issuing no sound. When the boy walks up to this urinal, the light stops flashing and remains lit. The boy walks off without using this urinal, and the urinal flushes. This process is a two-punch delivery. First, the red light goes off, signaling a tiny mechanism in the American Standard urinal to trigger on the flush valve. This allows the second punch delivery, where the valve opens up the overflow tube so that pressure of the fluid filled in the bowl of the urinal will go down the drain. The physical properties of water and buoyancy allow this process to happen.

There is a flush sound that bounces off the glass and concrete walls of this facility. Another boy, half the size of a fully grown panda, walks out of the stall closest to the sink. The young boy walks into the stall. He immediately walks out, hands on his oral cavity, and pukes into the wastebasket, located next to the sinks. The wastebasket is filled with toilet paper and brown paper towels. Some of these paper towels were fresh from the pack of new paper towels the floor janitor filled with not more than thirty minutes ago.

The stall, left open by the puking boy, has a blue swing-open door that does not touch the wet ground. On the interior walls of this door, big red letters spray painted read: “LA Gang Bros forever, peace.” Perpendicular from this door is the toilet, a white American Standard toilet, which has smeared fecal matter sprayed all over the toilet seat. Also there are red splatters of blood everywhere along the translucent, silver handle. After thirty three seconds, starting when the boy puked out of his oral cavity, the water level began to rise in the bowl, overflowing out of the rim of the seat of the American Standard toilet. The water inside of the bowl of the toilet contains dark yellow urine, pieces of burnt brown fecal matter, and toilet paper, marked with both fecal matter and blood.

The facility door opens and shuts from the boy that just used one of the stalls. The boy spits out the last bit of vomit remaining in his mouth and begins to pant frantically. Added to the wastebasket is pink sticky goo that comprises of stomach acids, orange juice, from the boy’s breakfast, and pancakes, which the boy also had for breakfast. The toilet from the open stall is now drenched in the overflowing water, urine, fecal matter, and toilet paper mixture. The seat of the toilet now becomes wet, as opposed to being dry a few seconds before. The area around the toilet becomes more toxic to living animals since the odor contains bits of ammonia that is fatal to the respiratory system of animals with lungs.

The boy walks over to the sink and opens the handle which has a red gem indicating the heat of the water when it is turned on. A stream of water pours out of the faucet and the boy uses his hands to gather some of this water. He splashes this water over his oral area and his facial region. The boy reaches over to the paper towels, but has a surprised expression when he can not get a paper towel. This paper towel rack, located to the right of the sink, has an empty roll of paper towels. The boy uses his XXL t-shirt to wipe his face.

Another flush sound comes from within the stall that is not overflowing, but contains the other boy in the restroom. The young boy, with the XXL t-shirt, says, “Thank god.” The boy within the stall comes out and the other boy, the young boy, rushes over to this stall and opens its door. Inside this second stall is a toilet, American Standard, with no fecal matter over the seat, but has a gallon of fluid all over the floor, including some from the stall next to this one, which continues to overflow. The boy goes in and closes the door behind him. Above him is a vent coming from the building’s ventilation system, which is a series of tubes and metal that interconnect to the outside, the space beyond the walls of the facility.

The boy sits down on the toilet seat and begins making vocal harmony with his voice box, the larynx.  His feet wiggle around, dropping his pants to the wet floor and he begins to moan and struggle. His facial expression becomes scrunched and his whole body begins to quiver and cringe. He looks around the stall. In the toilet paper rack, there is no toilet paper rolls. On this rack, there is, however, much graffiti scribbled on the surface, which makes no literate sense from the English language. These incomprehensible words includes “Jiks,” “KRP24.1,” and “K-Fed fo/ever.” These letters are written in metallic spray paint and leave a burnt Magnesium-like odor. The boy looks frustrated as his hand fumbles around the empty toilet paper rack, whose surface is a translucent black color. A “plop” sound occurs after the boy’s expression is relieved.

Meanwhile, outside of this stall, but inside the juxtaposed stall, the water level in the toilet finally stops overflowing. The fluid puddle around the toilet becomes static and the door of this stall swings open and close from the draft of the tiny window the bird, a few minutes before, could have perched.

The boy tears his t-shirt with his bear hands. This piece of the t-shirt is ripped roughly around the edges and doesn’t make any mathematical pattern that could be analyzed by physicists. The boy folds his piece of the t-shirt and wipes inside his buttocks region, the anal region, and brown fecal matter is carefully smeared off. The boy stands up and pushes down the handle next to the left side of the toilet’s pipes. A loud flush noise rings around the stall and the boy unlocks the door of the stall. He exits the stall and the facility, the ‘glump’ sound still bouncing off the walls from his footsteps, touching the facility’s door with fecal matter residue still on his hand.

The water in the sink begins overflowing off the top of the bowl due to the fixture of the handle the boy left on earlier. The water streams around the sink counter, reaching the edges. The water falls down due to the potential energy of gravity and is pulled to the floor, causing the puddle of fluid on the ground to rise in level. The bird from earlier comes back, but again is fended off by the facility’s odor.