I had to wake up in my mahogany bed. And the day was supposed to start as always. With screams, groans, pleas for mercy and the metallic aroma of blood... But not with the smell of bowel movements. I feel shortness of breath, my hands are barely moving, my heart is bursting from my skinny chest. I'm sitting with my pants down on the toilet and... sobbing? Bam! The toilet cubicle door almost flies off the loop. - Aw-aw-aw... Are you there? We came for tobo-oh-oh...