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When I was 17 I walked into a one-person restroom after Laurence Fishburne had violently evacuated his bowels only seconds before. I had been standing at the door for a good 5 minutes, and it sounded like an elephant with hemmoraghic fever was trying to use the toilet. Imagine my surprise as flushing commenced, door opens to reveal Morpheus staring at me, wiping his clearly perspiring brow with a hankie. He stared at me for about 5 seconds then quickly disappeared. I did not really want to enter that den of noxious poison but my bladder was achin. Jesus Christ, my eyes were watering and I thought the paint was bubbling on the wall. I had to stuff a wad of toilet paper under my nose to stand it.