Caption Box: I double parked my car in front of some random high-rise and ran in at ridiculous speed. Caption Box: Told the security guard I had a meeting with a Mr. Mortensen. Caption Box: I managed to find the bathroom, in the darkest depths of the building. Caption Box: It was a glorious poop. Caption Box: A poop that will be told and retold for generations to come. Caption Box: Afterwards, it hit me. Caption Box: There was no toilet paper. Caption Box: No paper products at all, and no one was coming to my rescue. Issa: And? Rayne: And that’s when I wiped my ass with my scarf.