"Move, move," he seemed to be angry at his bulbous stomach overhang. It blocked his ability to unfasten the belt around his jeans.
"Whoa, big man," Trey giggled as everyone’s head turned right to left, following the man into the second cubicle.
The overweight man rolled his jeans down to his ankles and jumped into the cubicle backward. He kicked the door shut. It smashed against the frame and bounced back in.
"Seems someone’s in desperate need of a shit."
"Shut up," screamed the man from within the cubicle. The disgusting sound of fat whale blubber splashing into the toilet bowl echoed through the room.
Then, the undeniable sound of said whale blubber blasting out a tonne of s**t from its bowels.
"Ahhh," the fat man groaned from within the cubicle amid the bubbles and farts of emanat
