The point in which you have been sitting on the toilet, constipated for 7 hours straight, and
haven't even managed to pinch out a little tootsie roll after eating
KFC fried chicken for breakfast. All the sudden, you realize it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and it's
time to move on with your pathetic and ever so boring and
stupid existence, you let out a fucking war cry, shouting out "MAXIMUM EFFORT" start holding your breath as hard as you can, while you release the
KFC crackin into the abyss of Davy Jones' locker, followed by the guy sitting in the stall to your right shouting "SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO POOP HERE"