Lester'll be here soon enough. Until then, you've got bigger fish to fry.
Mop in your left hand, bucket in your right, and that horrid latex ass wobbling along behind you, you stand before the bathroom door. Who knows what horrors could be hiding in its moist corners, what dark secrets lurk along its tiled floors, what terrible creatures make their home within the dark bowels of its porcelain throne? Better yet, why are you stalling? You can't risk Lester being exposed to the latex like you have, so you'll have to deal with it now.
Clutching your mop tightly, its end dipped into the bucket you're placing on the floor, you clutch the handle tightly and open the door so carefully it could have been rigged with explosives and wouldn't have gone off. You peer inside; nothing looks different. Your toilet is still covered in purple, and the rest of your bathroom still looks extremely clean. With renewed confidence you step into the room. It's cleaning time.
You raise your mop and, with near-Herculean might, give the latex a mighty mopping. How easily it seems to fall against the might of your cleaning skills! Again, you swing at the purple mass, and again, it cowers at your prowess. It takes mere minutes before that once mighty blob that ruled your throne was reduced to little more than a puddle, one which you gladly drained back into your bucket. And so, there you stand, reveling in your epic victory. You feel invincible, a high nothing could take away from you... and then you feel the wobble of your latex donkey ass as you turn around, apparently still quite firmly attached. Oh well, the moment was good while it lasted.