The toilet chudded, bubbled, then erupted like biblical floodwaters in a geyser of chunky brown.
Mell dropped his cigarette. “Oh, great.”
The excremental rose, a grinning pile as Teresa yelled from the kitchen. “Need a plunger?”
“Woman, I need an exorcist!”
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