Disclaimer: Blah, blah.
Dan: (looks very nervous, gasps when a toilet is carried in)
???: Peace dude, um....... do you have a paper product of some sort?
Dan: Err... have this Kleenex. (hands it to him, and ducks, ready for some sort of attack)
???: Yo man, take a chill pill, ol' Larymus won't hurt you!
Dan: You won't?
Larymus: Nah, that ain't my style.
Dan: Oh good.
Larymus: So, do you have some questions for me?
Dan: Why yes, yes I do.
Larymus: (Unbenownst to Dan, begins to form a plot) Well, ask away.
Dan: Why do you live in the toilet?
Larymus: I feel like it.
Dan: Ok... why don't you bring toilet paper in with you.
Larymus: I don't feel like it. (Reaches out hand, begins to use measuring tape on Dan, all the while muttering.)
Dan: Err....... when did you meet Link?
Larymus: I had gone to the bathroom in my toilet, and needed some paper product, and he gave me a letter.
Dan: Ok..........
Larymus: Is that it?
Dan: One more question, what's it like down there?
Larymus: See for yourself fool! (Grabs Dan's leg, climbs out of the toilet, picks up Dan, stuffs him into toilet and flushes him)
Dan: Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not again!!!!!!!!!!
Larymus: I'm free, I'm free! See 'ya next week, or after,
'cause it took me 10 years to get out, should take Bright Boy a sight longer.