Rob smiled to himself.
Looking at Don with an amused look, saying "Do you know what
I just remembered?" He then continued without waiting for a
response "There's this guy who makes a living from toilet
art... I mean it! The guy sits around all day, dripping
colors into the toilet, he then flushes and takes a picture.
How dumb is that? How dumb can people get?"
He now pointed towards the toilet's bottom, pretty much
ordering Don to turn his head and look wherever he points
at. Don, who was already on his knees, shaking, started
turning his head towards the toilet. His pants were wet and
tears were slowly dripping down his face. That was probably
because Rob, who used to be one of his best friends, was now
holding a fully loaded shotgun to the back of his head. He
knew Rob would shoot because... well, he shot the others...
Don's face was now tilting towards the toilet's bottom and
he wept. The shotgun was pressing on the backside of Don's
head. "Bye dude... Do I still have to give you those CD's
back?" asked Rob. -Click- He pulled the trigger blasting
pieces of flesh, bone and gray matter all around the toilet
seat and inside it. The bullet went all the way through
Don's skull and pierced the toilet. When Rob flushed the
toilet all the blood and various parts of Don's head started
spinning around making, what Rob thought to be a wonderful
picture. "Now that's art!" he yelled. Meanwhile the little
"master piece" started pouring through the hole made by the
shotgun, painting the bathroom in red colors. That's pretty
sad, thought Rob, this bathroom had never been so clean.