Clay really had to go potty. He pounded on the door, "Come on Starflight! I really need to go!"
Pretty soon Tsunami lined up behind him. "Is he still in there?"
A pretty soon, Glory was there too, struggling to hold back a potty dance, "What is he doing in there!"
A moment later, Sunny came up, her face contorted in discomfort.
"You need to go too?" Clay asked.
Sunny nodded weakly, trying not to whimper.
And then it got even more serious, because there was Kestrel. "Get out of there this moment, or I WILL KILL YOU!" She boomed.
"NO MORE SCROLLS FOR YOU!" Demanded Dune.
Webs was just trying not to cry.
Meanwhile, Starflight didn't even notice the commotion going on outside the door, so wrapped up in a very intriguing scroll that he had brought in there with him, totally lost to the world.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't hog the pot when there's a line!
THE END