As I entered the village square, I decided to fix one of the villager’s toilets.

It was a simple
closet that didn’t have any difficult attachments. But as I removed the nut from the
intermediate piping, I noticed a peculiar sound. As I finished unplugging the nut, I pulled
down the handle to flush. What happened next resulted in my entire face covered in feces, an
entire toilet covered in urine and a house permanently haunted by the smell of feculence.

This is my story.