I gently pulled down the handle to the left of the toilet, on the upper half of its backside. There was a squelchy, squishing noise as the device began to flush, the water swirling in small twirls as it carried all the... Err, stuff down with it. But then it stopped. It was eerily silent, and confusion hit me. What had gone wrong? Then I realized... It was going to overflow. I ran out of the interior of the bathroom, shivering behind the doorframe as I peeked fearfully in the direction of the toilet. There were strange noises emitting from it--as if vomiting--when all the sudden, it exploded. Water gushed out in tides, drowning the entirety of the bathroom's hard-tiled floor. Well, at least it wasn't wood or carpet. But the worst part was that all the err... "Stuff" had flown out. It was in pools. Oh poopie, this was going to take a while. No pun intended. I was in waist-deep filth at this point... No pun intended. I felt like crap. No pun intended... Cough.