Listen you nasty fuckers that do unholy and unspeakable things in hotel rooms, some poor bastard has to clean that up. More than once, that someone was me. If you need a plunger, that’s cool. Things happen. But don’t make the hotel staff plunge your foulness and have it splash on their shoes and into their faces. Clean up after yourself, you pigs. And what the hell did you put in your body? Gah!