Frank sat there with a dopey grin on his face, still in his after glow he wasn't worried about the mess he made. That was until he heard a voice call to him.
"Sir, are you alight in there?"
He perked up immediately, looking in all directions to see if there was something to clean himself off with, and the door, and the floor, and the cealing. Quickly grabbing some of his torn clothes he tried in vian to whipe everything up. It didn't help that the clerk's footsteps where coming towards him.
"Sir, you've been in there for half an hour and a half, I'm going to have to ask your to leave now."
The clerk was right outside the door now and Frank couldn't move out of fright. The clerk could see and smell Frank's mess at this point.
"What the hell? Sir, I'm coming in, and you better not be doing what I think you're doing or else I'm going to call the poli- WHAT THE HELL?!"