This is yet another mini-story for your entertainment while I get my brain moving... btw, mini-story one shot... lol, yeah, thanks for all the reviewers... i love you guys! virtual hug
Enjoy!
Flush.
"Jack?"
"Daniel."
"That's me…"
"I know."
"Sooo… how's life Jack?"
"Okay, you?" Daniel nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay…" he answered. What else was there to talk about? "Jack are you reading something?"
"Nope… I'm doing the crossword, wanna help?"
"Uh…" Now he was in for it, "sure."
Flush. Riiip.
"Okay… three across, natural toilet. Ten spaces. Outhouses with two "s" works…"
"Ja-aack… did you try Clivus Multrum?"
"A what? Sounds like my grandfather's name. Okay… how do you spell it then? I'm gonna put it in."
"C-L-I-V-U-S… M-U-L-T-R-U-M. Clivus Multrum."
"Spelling bee winner," Jack grumbled. "Hey, it doesn't work with five down." Jack looked quizzical. Daniel sighed.
"What do you have for five down?"
"I'll slide it over…"
"Jack, that's gross. Okay I see it."
Drip drip drip. Flush.
Silence reined for a bit as Daniel tried to figure out what on Earth Jack had done to this crossword puzzle. He was hopeless. "Jack, why do you have "bugger" intersecting with "Multrum" and the first "u" has a "g" next to it? Why?"
He shrugged. "Because before it fit."
"Bruiser… the clue wants you to put down bruiser. You are hopeless." The younger man sighed and rubbed his nose. He looked around a bit. "Jack, send over some toilet paper would ya?"
"And if I don't," came the voice over the stall.
"I won't give back your crossword puzzle." A roll of toilet paper came sailing over the top of the stall and thunked Daniel in the head.
"Umph…"
"Sorry."
"No you're not."
"You're right, now hand over my crossword," Jack demanded.
"In a sec," Daniel's disembodied voice said. A flutter of paper was heard. "Oops… just went down the toilet…"
"WHAT!"
Flush.
"DANIEL!"