"Oh, damn, I forgot the keys," you say to yourself, "Just a moment, Stephen, be quiet, you should be safe in here," you say to the toilet, as you set him inside the little janitor's closet inside the garage, which as usual had been left open.
You run back to the car, and are relieved to find the keys still sitting on the driver's seat. You're lucky no passerby noticed and stole your car. You grab the Tupperware containing Keith. You don't want him to dry out in the hot sun. Your cell phone rings. So you put the Tupperware on the roof of your car.
It's your and Keith's mutual friend Sarah. You wonder if you should tell, her, but you know her reaction would be worse than Stephen's. You chat and flirt a bit. Damn, you notice that Keith seems to be shriveling up inside the plastic. Damn, how long have you been talking?
"Gotta go, Sarah. We'll talk later. Oh, sure, I'll tell Keith next time I talk to him."
He hung up the phone, and raced back to the janitor's closet. The door is now closed. You try it, it's locked. What could more can go wrong?
You try the door, maybe it's just stuck.
"Wait a minute, I'm almost done," says a voice from the other side of the door.
"Stephen?" you ask.
"Huh, no, ah. Yes. Damn, the cheap landlord put a new toilet in, but he forgot to get toilet paper. I guess I'll have to use this old newspaper? You didn't bring toilet paper did you?"
"Uh, no."
You hear the toilet flush.
The door opens, it's one of the gardeners.
"Tell the landlord to get toilet paper," he admonishes you.
You nod, and mumble, "Sure."
"I know, when you gotta go, you gotta go," he says as you close the door.
"Ew!" you crinkle up your nose in the unventilated janitor's closet. "It stinks in here. Stephen are you okay?"