Kimmy: Want to go to the gym later?
Caity: What time?
Kimmy: After my cooking class.
Caity: Sorry, I can't. I have some constipants that I need to take care of.
When you hold your poop in so long that you die, upon death your colon explodes much like an explosion of watermelon with a quarter stick of dynamite.
I would ask how she died inspector, but I can see by the color of the walls that it was Constipanious Combustion again. That's the third one this week.