The first pool was filled with oatmeal, and two guys wrestled a big Asian guy named Kelvin, and big muscled African American guy named Marcus. Marcus won, and got hosed off on stage, while Kelvin and the pool of oatmeal disappeared through a trapdoor in the stage floor. A new clear plastic pool appeared. This time beer filled it. Marcus was matched against Manny. For a moment, Michael thought Marcus would drown Manny, but Manny flipped him, and won the match. Two more matches, and Manny had been hosed down to wash off applesauce and worms. This time Robb would be his opponent. The audience was voting, Michael wasn't sure which filling won until the new empty clear swimming pool appeared and they began to fill it with water and gold fish.
Manny shouted, "Hey, that's a fucking eel!"
"It's a fish tank, all kinds of fish, maybe even a piranha or two," joked the ring master.
Michael got up, they'd filled his cup four more times since he got there.
"Where ya goin'?" Jeremy asked with a slight slur.
"Gotta piss," Michael said.
"Well, just unzip and piss here, that's what he done," Jeremy said pointing at the guy next to him, and the wet floor in front of him. "You'll miss the show."
"It'll take them a while to fill, I'll be right back," Michael said.
He pushed his way to the door, and asked one of the stewards, "Where's the bathroom?"
"Huh? Most people just piss where they're standing?" answered the confused steward. Then a light dawned, "Oh, number two. You can use a fire bucket on deck, or go down the stairs to Steerage, there's a john there."
"Right."
"Hey, why'd you tell him that? No one's supposed to go to steerage until they change," said another steward.
"He had to go badly, couldn't you tell? He'll use the fire bucket."
He was wrong. Michael went out on the deck and down the stairs. He climbed over the rope that had an employees only sign hanging from it and headed toward "Steerage".