You're damn thirsty. Like seriously, it's pretty frickin hot and you're pretty much panting at this point. Aside from getting a real workout from watching TV,
Those treats may have been absolutely ravishing, but they were dry as shit. You'll definitely need something to drink - pronto. You walk over to the kitchen
and check the fridge. You see some potatoes, some whipped cream, old cheese, salad, and, hey look at that, no water or drinks of any kind. Seriously!?
You have some garbage cheese and no fucking beverages. You've got problems.
You don't know what to do. You absolutely need water, no doubt about that, but there's none in the house. Wait! the bathroom, of course! You genius you! You
run over to the bathroom to turn on the faucet. Where you expect to drink a river of wonderfully cool water, you are met with disappointment. The faucet's dead.
Absolutely nothing comes out of it, not even a dribble. Isn't that unlucky and totally not just for plot convenience. You still have no source of water.
Alright, you admit it, there is one source of water: The toilet is filled with it. You know that it may be a bit awkward, but this is very serious; you NEED water!
You kneel down against the toilet seat and and lift up the lid. Hey, come on! No one's watching or anything and the toilets nice and pristine since you cleaned
it this morning. You stick your head in and begin to lick out of the toilet bowl. You hadn't realized how excellent your tongue is for this: it's doing a lot better than
you thought it would.
As you lick the bowl you fail to realize something growing in your pants. There's a bump on your ass and it's expanding rather quickly. It'll probably bust open your
pants soon, but you don't know that so stop reading this part because you're not supposed to know it yet.