Kirei blinked at the sight before him, stepping backwards out of the open door. He'd been visiting his ally, Tokiomi, and had asked to find the bathroom...
But this was not what he expected.
"Ah! The food of the modern world is fit only for mongrels and beasts! I can feel my insides being ground by the foul machinations of that pathetic and paltry meal Tokiomi calls "oatmeal!""
There lay Gilgamesh, in the bathtub.
Eyes shut tight.
In his birthday suit.
In the process of shoving an easily recognizable medical instrument into his rear end.
"By all that is holy..." Kirei managed, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Then, with a jerk of his fist, Gilgamesh's eyes burst open.
"Enema..."
He activated the nozzle.
"...Elish!"