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Directs a penniless hobo that 'just wanted to use the toilet' towards the cubicle nearest the broken sink where the Brasilistani Crocodiles lurk...

Washes hands while listening to the screams.

So Misser Brocklandia, I no longer need these...

Hands over the blackmarket copy of the keys to the Magic Restroom in the Bar on the Corner.

...I will ofcourse still be of service here.

Throws a couple bottles of Fabuloso into the waiting maw of Cthulhu.

See ya sometime.