She sighed. Yes, he could go for a dump before they got on the road, but he had to go now. Yes, right now! No, not in the living room! NOT in the livi- THUNK! Fine, in the living room then. At least it had come out in one solid log that could easily be p- SPLURRFFFPPP. OK, no, he’d smudged it into the carpet.
She tightened her oily grip, but a different, more satiny unction suddenly spilled from the opening and coursed down the gleaming, solid shaft she’d been frantically working on. She stood up in surprise and banged her head on the raised bonnet, cursing and then jumping back, alarmed, as it slammed down on where she’d been just a moment ago.