Dave gets an idea and writes, 'Trisha will now be forced to eat Jenny's shit on June 9th (next Friday), but will have to eat all of it on June 16th.' Deciding that this would make for an interesting two weeks as Jenny's crap will stockpile around the building, and then Trisha will, after believing that she no longer had to eat her friend's shit, be even more shocked when she finds out she has to eat two week's worth. After watching Trisha be force fed her seventeenth log that hour, you decide to head home and mabye change your family.
A week has passed, and you arrive at work after following a trail of shit from the parking lot. The smell really hits you in the elevator, which almost has no clear floor space. You walk off onto your floor with the bottoms of your pink and white tennis shoes caked with poop, and it wasn't even 8:30 yet! You walk past Jenny's cubicle on your way to your office and are pleased to see she is busy working, actually sitting on a pile of her own shit, which had her chair in there somewhere. You take a long way around and find that Jenny was still up to her tricks, noting quite a few in the water cooler, Residue of one splatted on the inside of the microwave, and Trisha's desk coated in three inches of shit.
Trisha was at first scared that she would be forced to eat more shit, then appalled at how jenny gave quite a lot of craps, but gave no crap to the fact she was shitting all over the place, and finally disgusted that people were just letting her do this and not even bothering to clean up the elevators. She eventually started to think that whole 'Shit Control' thing was a one time deal, but then the 16th came around.
Dave arrives at work in his new Ferrari and, stepping into the parking lot with his platform heels, straightens his long, bright blue mohawk and follows the smushed trail of shits leading from where Jenny parks to the building. He had made it so Trisha would not arrive until he was ready to watch her be force fed shit that had been laying about for two weeks. The ones in the water cooler in particular, had quite a lot of mold and stuff on them. He stood in the elevator shit that even with his six inch heels, rose to his shins. Trudging out of the elevator, he heads to Trisha's desk, where frank was ready and willing to have Trisha clean up the building.
Trisha waded out of the elevator, heads to her desk and is met by Frank, who shouts at her to eat every last ounce of shit in the building, starting with her cube. Trisha picked up one of the logs on her computer, and took a small bite recoiling at the taste. Frank shoves the rest of the log into her mouth shouting something about not taking sissy bites and getting the job done. Trisha yelps as Frank slaps her accross the ass between her eighth and ninth logs. The taste was getting steadily worse as she dug up older crap.
4 hours later, she had cleaned most of the building. There was only Jen's cubicle, and the water cooler. Frank dragged her by the nipple somehow to the water cooler. "First you need to empty it" he shouted. He took the jug off and handed it to Trisha, who started to try and pour it out. "No! What are you doing! Here," Frank yelled, shoving the end of the bottle into Trisha's mouth. Trisha was forced to drink the two week old shit water as well as the shit in it, gagging at the taste. 3 more hours later and she was found, having eaten all of the floor to ceiling shit in Jenny's cubicle, with jenny sitting on Trisha's face so Trisha could eat the shit as soon as jenny released it.