… It’s the bathroom.

Not compelling? No, why would it be.

Well… suppose I didn’t wash my hands!

And every second, I’m just being filthy!

Befouling all manner of object with germy-soil bedecked gropes and swipings!

Ah ha! Now we are getting somewhere!

…

We must be of one mind on this matter:

This time is pointless.

Whistling Dixie.

Whistling Dixie.

Whistling Dixie?

Would be more profitable, yes.

Our lives are precious.

When I am older, I will come here to pass gas.