To smash, Or not to smash

2. The lover of toilets

Now, Horatio was also no ordinary toilet lover, like we all are. He was a skilled toilet lover.
Any sort of medieval toilet style, any specific way to take ye dumps, they were all known to him, hidden away in his special little booklet of fantastic shits.
And what was better than a good dookie? A hot person taking a good dookie.
As Hamlet's rage kept ravaging the toilet seats, Horatio's love for him grew. Every ‚FOR FUCKS SAKE THOU ART NOT THE TRUE KING OF ELSINORE' awakened something inside Horatio's poo brown heart. And it wasn't diarrhea. It was butterflies.
So, Horatio finally mustered up his courage and went in the men's toilets to confront his newly found love...