Poop climbed into the Big Bowl on the far side of the stage and flushed himself down the pipes and into the crowd, where Geney-baby was waiting. The entire audience clapped their hands and cheeks simultaneously to show their approval for Poop's spicy diarrhea speech. The Big Bowl hooked up to the server line of all the nearby buildings, flooding the park with peepee poopoo water as Poop washed ashore in front of The Malfunction.

"What a beautiful speech, Sir Patrick Poo-wart," Gene said as he was covered in sewage.

"Just doing my duty," Poop said with a wink. "Would you care for another smooch?"

"I'm still dating my beloved Jailbreak," Gene said. "It would break Linda's heart if she saw me kissing poop again. She was mad enough when she caught me doing it in the bathroom last time, and then kissing her minutes later without telling her."

"What a pity, or should I say poo-ty, or should I say potty," Poop said as the Gas Wagon came by to pick him up.

"I'll text you later, my beloved excrement," Gene said as he pulled away.

As soon as the Gas Wagon was out of sight, Gene took a giant can of beans out of his back ass pocket, and squeezed the can like Popeye, causing all the beans to fly into his mouth, but instead of his arms growing, his ass grow three sizes, like the fabled Booty Grinch, as his colon was filled with enough gas to gang blast him all the way back to his apartment.

Gene busted the door open with his tushy, knocking it right off its hinges. Jailbreak was waiting in the kitchen.

"Oh, oops, my bad! Or should I say poops, my bad. Why are you watching the news?"

"I just ripped ass and I wanted to see if an earthquake was reported, like it was last time."

"In other news, a shooting star over Textopolis leaves a never before seen trail of green and brown gas," the news reporter said.

"Wow, that's such a big RIP, and I'm not talking about the toxic odor from your bowels, this time."

"I usually pull at least a 2.0 on the Rip-ter Scale. Maybe it's because I wasn't using the patented Linda Blast this time."

"It helps to put your bumcheeks directly on the ground, and burying it deep, like you're at home on the couch, so that it releases over time."

"Yeah, I wanted to say it because it was my idea. You know, women are always coming up with stuff that men are taking credit for."

Gene took off his gay apparel and flung it back into his closet from afar.

I'll be sure to wear that again during Pride Month, and by Pride, I mean Pooping Readily Inside Dungarees Everywhere Month.

"Now how about a big ol' smooch?" Jailbreak asked.

"Oh, sorry, I left my lipstick at the Amphitheater. Maybe tomorrow, my everlasting senpai. Wasn't it just daytime a few minutes ago?"

"Oh no, my butt bombs were just so bombastic that they shook the entire phone out of orbit and now it's nighttime."

"In that case, I need to go hit the sack."

Gene picked up his baseball bat and beat up The Sack in the corner of the room, and then hopped in his Sack that he ordered from SendMeASack Dot Com. Then he walked over to his woodworking bench and sawed some wood, before blowing some Z's, and finally going to beddy bye.

We all have accidents!
I know it was an accident!
We all have accidents!

Gene woke up to the sweet smell of tushy torpedoes and the sweet sound of his custom ringtone, which played a rendition of Poop's hit single, "We All Have Accidents", whenever Poop texted him.

"Who's texting you so early, Geney-baby?" Jailbreak called out from the air mattress, that was deflated the night before, wink wink.

"Oh, it's, uh, just Hi-Five. Yeah, he's texting me all about the specks he's seeing."

"Hi-Five wouldn't be seeing specks where he is. Y'all be lying to me, Big G. Who's really texting you?"

"I swear on the Oktoberfest that it's Hi-Five!"

Gene opened his texts to reveal a spicy text from Poop: a selfie, with the caption, "hot and steamy, just for you". Gene sent him a photo of the toilet in the room (Jailbreak and Gene had a different toilet for every room in the house), telling him that he'd meet him later, at the TCFFAP.

"Where are you going, boo?"

"I need to go meet Hi-Five in the Loser Lounge."

"That's not for, like, another six hours, though."

"Yeah, but it's gonna take a while to get there if I'm riding my ass," Gene said as the donkey emoji appeared and carried him out the door of his apartment.

I can't wait see my beloved dookie king again.