Janice sat down i the cold conference, windowless room at the oval grey table. She pulled out her pink pen with the streamers and her snappy black hand held notebook. Across from her sat Toilet Bowl Man who could plunge a toilet in less than 5 seconds.
He wore a red cape, blue jumpsuit with a picture of a toilet bowl emblazoned across his chest, overflowing with a line and a circle covering it.
"Let's begin with your name," Janice asked, getting right down to business.
"Toilet Bowl Man," he promptly answered and then was silent.
"Uh, do you have any other name?" She asked furtively, feigning flirtatious innocence, hoping for a bite.
"None of your business!" he answered sharply. Janice buried her head in her notebook, sheepishly. She had heard about the temper of Toilet Bowl Man, when pressed, it could erupt and cause messes that would spill out to places unknown.
"Okay, first question then," she finally said, with a reluctant sigh. "How long have you been plunging toilets?"
"Since I was a kid," he began with an air of wistful nostalgia and could it be a wisp of a fart fluttered through the air from his direction. "My mom used my powers then to help her with clogged toilets. I didn't know it was a super power then, just something I loved to do, felt good."
"That's interesting," Janice pried. "Why does it feel good?"
Toilet Bowl pondered his answer for a moment.
"It's rewarding," he said at last. "Watching the toilet de-clog, stuff go down. Very relaxing!"
Then, he smiled. And, Janice couldn't help smiling too.
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