TRASH

You cautiously open the stall door. You wish you had your converted Desert Eagle with you right now, but your mop will have to do. SOMETHING splashes filthy water from out of the toilet right in your face causing you to fall to the floor and the door closing.

"Agh Fuck! Pfft! Shit!" you say spitting the water out that got in your mouth, Billy waddles his fat ass in.
"Hey motherfucker what the hell's going on? Some woman just ran out the place showing everything her momma gave her. Shit, her hair was so red it looked like her pussy was on fire. You tryin' to molest my fuckin' customers? You better not be. I don't need a goddamn lawsuit!"
"No I leave the molesting to your fat greasy ass. She ran out of here because there's something clogging up your toilet, that's as big as my dick. Its probably one your pre-cooked burgers that got away from the rat traps."
"Stop saying that! I only used rats that one time because the people at the slaughter house were on strike!" Billy protests.
"Yeah, yeah tell it to the health department."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well aren't you gonna go in there and kill whatever it is?"
"What?! Fuck off; exterminator ain't part of my fuckin' job!"
"It is now!" Billy insists.