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Ross had been feeling off, for the last few days. and he had not being feel that well, he really hadn’t. he had not been feeling all that well, at all. his stomach was descended and it was extremely rock hard, whenever he touched it. or whenever he pressed down on it. and it felt like there was a rock. or a bolder inside his abdomen.  and it was weighing his abdomen down, and it was putting immense pressure on it. which… he is quite painful. it really is. it is quite painful indeed. and he isn’t going to lie about that. he really isn’t. he’s isn’t going to lie about that, at all. he isn’t going to lie about that whatsoever. not even a little. not one bit. not in the slightest. because, it was quite painful. absolutely excruciating, even. it really was. absolutely excruciating, indubitably.

As far as other symptoms go, and other symptoms that he’s been having and experiencing. He had been feeling kind of bloated, too. which didn’t really help with, the whole stomach thing. in fact… it just exasperated the problem and it just made it worse. it really did. it just made it so, so, much worse. he had also, been having really bad stomachache, and stomach pain. such as:Really bad stomach cramps. which… we’re actually, quite horrendous and painful, to say the least, they really were. quite horrendous and painful indeed. and sometimes the the pain was so bad that, it brought him to tears. it really did. it brought him to tears, and he would be sobbing hysterically due, to the amount of pain and discomfort he was in.sometimes… that’s how bad the pain was. it brought him to tears, and he would be sobbing hysterically because, of it. he really would. he would just be flat, out crying, and sobbing hysterically. due to the pain and the amount of pain that, he was in. because he would be in absolute Agony. some days, or some nights. he really would, he would be in absolute agony, indeed.

Not only that, though. not only did he have a rock hard stomach, feel bloated. and have really bad stomach pain. but, he had also been suffering from fatigue, and dealing with, fatigue, is well. and he just felt downright miserable. what made matters worse, though. and what made the whole situation worse, though. was the fact… that, he couldn’t go to the toilet, and he couldn’t go like he needed to. or like he wanted to. and he couldn’t poop. because, he was severely constipated. he really was. and to say that, he was severely constipated was definitely an understatement, it really was. definitely an understatement indeed.

He’s tried numerous times to, go to to the toilet, and to poop. but, no matter how many times. he had been. or he had gone. or he had went, even. he couldn’t. he just couldn’t. he tried so many times. he really did. he tried so many fucking times. and lord did he try. but, no matter how many times he pushed. or he tried to push. nothing would come out. it really wouldn’t. nothing would come out, at all. not even a little bit of poop. he was at a complete loss. he really was. he was at a complete loss, indeed. and it was throwing for a loop. because no matter how many times he pushed. or he tried to push. and oh boy, did he try hard to push. he tried so, so, hard to push and he tried so, so, many times to push. but, no matter how much he tried to push. or bear down. or put force and effort, into it. and into what he was doing. he just couldn’t get his bowels to start moving again. and he just couldn’t get his bowels to start going, again.

Which… was frustrating. it really was. it was just so, so, frustrating. and he isn’t going to lie about that, he really isn’t. he isn’t going to lie about that, at all. mainly, because, he had a rock hard stomach, and he felt like he had a massive rock. or bolder inside of him. and it was just sitting there in his stomach, and it wasn’t moving, it really wasn’t. it wasn’t moving moving, at all. well… not anytime soon anyway… and he also, had really bad stomach ache, and stomach cramps. 

He tried everything to get rid of it. and to get rid of the pain, he really did. he tired absolutely everything to get rid of the pain such as:Pain medication, changing his diet, and eating healthily. and drinking lots and lots of water. etc… but… it didn’t work. it didn’t work, at all. none of it did. in fact… it was a rather futile attempt. because, it didn’t do anything, it really didn’t. it didn’t do, anything, at all. and it didn’t even touch the pain. it really didn’t. it didn’t even, touch the pain, at all. in fact… it didn’t even go anywhere near it. not even a little, not one bit. 

And, the rock hard stomach. the bloating, the fatigue, the stomach pain, and stomach cramps. wouldn’t lessen and they wouldn’t go away. and they continue to persist. because, of how backed up he was. and because, of how constipated he was. and his inability to go the toilet, and to go properly, and to poop. like he so desperately needed too, or like he so desperately wanted too. 

Which… was annoying. it really was. Air was so, so annoying. because, he would feel so much better if, he could go to the toilet. or if, he could go properly. and if, he could poop. he really would. he would feel so, so, much better. if, he could go to the toilet. or if, he could go properly. and if, he could poop. and he knew this, and he knew that. and he knew that, he would feel so much better if, he could go to the toilet. and if, he could go properly. and if, he could poop. not just physically. but, also mentally too. unluckily for him, that wasn’t going to happen. it really wasn’t. It wasn’t going to happen for him, at all. it wasn’t going to happen for him, whatsoever. not one bit. not in the slightest. because, luck was not on his side. It really wasn’t. luck was not on his side, at all. not this time round, anyway… that’s for sure. but yeah… he would feel so much better both physically and mentally. and he would feel good, again. and he would be back to his usual self. his happy, content, patient, caring, sympathetic, empathetic, dependable, considerate, understanding, compassionate, kind and also, trustworthy self. shame… that was also, nothing more than, a pipe dream, though. it really was. it was a really shame, indeed.

Because, he hated feeling like this, and he hated feeling like that. and he hated being in so much pain, and not being in control of his body, and his digestive system and bowels. he really did. he hated being in so, so, much pain, and not being in control of his body, and his digestive system and bowels. and he wanted nothing more than, to be back to usual self. his happy, content, patient, caring, sympathetic, empathetic, dependable, considerate, understanding, compassionate, kind and also, trustworthy self. and to go back to his usual self. his happy, content, patient, caring, sympathetic, empathetic, dependable, considerate, understanding, compassionate, kind and also, trustworthy self. because, in all honesty. and if, he was being honest with himself. and being honest about the whole thing and the, whole situation. he felt like a totally different person, at the moment. he really did. he felt like such a different person. at the minute. and he felt, like he was imposter in someone else’s body. because, he wasn’t acting like himself. he really wasn’t. he wasn’t acting like himself, at all. and yeah… he felt like an imposter in someone else’s body. and he had a personality switch. because, he wasn’t acting like himself. and he wasn’t being himself. and he wasn’t doing any of the things that, he usually does. or like he usually did. such as: Being happy, being content, being patient, being caring, being sympathetic towards others, being empathetic towards others, being dependable, being considerate, being understanding, being compassionate, being kind and also, being trustworthy. but, once, again. If he was being honest about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and was. he didn’t feel like doing any of these things, at the moment. and he didn’t feel like doing any of those things, at the moment. especially, being happy snd smiling. because it was hard to be happy, and it was hard to smile. and it was hard to keep on smiling. when, his stomach hurt so  much, and when his stomach hurt so bad. and he was in so much pain. he really was. he was in so, so, much pain. he was in absolute agony, even. and he just wanted the pain to stop. and he just wanted the pain to go away, because, he just couldn’t take it anymore, and he just couldn’t take this anymore. he really couldn’t. he just couldn’t take it anymore, and he just couldn’t this anymore, at all. because, he was in tremendous pain. and he felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen. it really did. he literally felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen. and he’s not exaggerating either, he’s really not. he’s not exaggerating, at all. not even a little. not one bit. because, it really did feel like this. and it really did feel like that, and feel like he was being stabbed in the abdomen. it was either that, or he felt like a thousand daggers were being dragged across his entire abdomen, and they were being dragged from one side of the abdomen to the other, repeatedly. but, whatever it was. whatever it was that, was doing this to him. it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. it really wasn’t. it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, at all. but, what he did know. he was losing the absolute will to live. he really was. he was losing the absolute will to live, indubitably. 

Not, just because of the pain. it was because, of that. and it was because of the pain. but, he was also losing the will to the live. because, he couldn’t do anything. he really couldn’t. he couldn’t do anything, at all. not without tremendous pain, anyway… because, he couldn’t eat. and he couldn’t sleep. because, eating made him feel worse. it really did. eating made him feel so, so, much worse. and eating made the pain worse. if, that was even, possible. because, whenever he would eat, anything. he made him feel nauseous. it really did. It made him feel so, so, nauseous. if, that was also, possible. and it made him sick to his stomach. like he didn’t feel absolutely sick to his stomach, already. because, he did. he felt so, so, sick to his stomach. so much so, he felt like he was going to throw up. which… is surprising. it really is. it is so, so, surprising. not the actual throwing up, in of itself. but the need to throw up. because, he’s surprised that’s he hasn’t thrown up, already. and he hasn’t thrown up before, now. he really was. he was so, so, surprised that, he hasn’t thrown up, already. and he hasn’t thrown up before, now. but, just because, he hasn’t thrown up yet, does not mean that he never will. and just because, he hasn’t thrown up yet, does not mean that, he isn’t going to. it really doesn’t. it does not mean that, he isn’t going to, at all. in fact… it means the exact opposite that. and it means that, he most likely will. but, he’s thinking that, if it was going to happen. it would’ve most likely happened by now, wouldn’t it? yes, it would’ve. but, no it wouldn’t of, at the same time. because, that, isn’t always the case, is it? no, no it’s not. they isn’t always the case, at all. because, sometimes even, though. you feel sick and he you feel nauseous. that, sick feeling, and that nauseous feeling. can last hours, it really can’t. it can last hours upon, hours. and even then, there’s no guarantee you’ll throw up. or you’re going to throw up. there really isn’t. there’s no guarantee, at all. there’s no guarantee, whatsoever. not even a little. not one bit. not in the slightest. not one.

He, had an enormous appetite, and he loved to eat, and he loved his food. but, he just couldn’t eat, anything. he really couldn’t. he just couldn’t eat anything, at all. not even, one forkful. or one mouthful of food. because, the thought of eating and the act, of eating something, anything. it didn’t matter what it was. or what kind of food it was. it really didn’t. it didn’t matter what it was. or what kind of food it was, at all. because, it still made him feel awful. and it still made the pain worse, and it still made him feel sick to his stomach, and nauseous. not matter what it was. and no matter what the food was. so much so, he just couldn’t stomach it. he really couldn’t. he just couldn’t stomach it, and he just stomach, much of anything really. not even a little. not one bit. 

So…. when, he didn’t really have much of an appetite, and he didn’t want to eat anything, and he didn’t want to touch his food, and he only picking at it. he was quite shocked, he really was. he was quite shocked, indeed. because, he normally had a good appetite. absolutely amazing, even. and he loved his food, and he loved to eat. he really did. he loved his food so, so, much and he loved to eat so, so, much. so… the whole, appetite thing, and the whole food thing, and the whole food situation. was definitely quite the shock.to say the least. quite the shock, indeed. it was also, quite upsetting. it really was. it was so, so, upsetting that, didn’t have much of appetite at the moment. and he didn’t want to eat at the moment, and he didn’t love his food, as much. as he normally did. quite upsetting, indubitably. and it was also, so stressful to find that, he didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment, and he didn’t want to eat anything, at the moment. and he didn’t really loved food as much. as he normally did, at the moment. quite stressful. without a doubt. it really was. without a single doubt. 

He’s thought, about telling the others. and he’s thought, about telling the rest of the gang. about how he felt, and about how he was feeling. and feeling them that, he wasn’t feeling good. or that, he didn’t feel wasn’t feeling that, great. or feeling them about his current issue and the problem that, he had been having. and he had been experiencing. he really has. he’s thought, about it. multiple times. and he’s thought, it through, and thought, it over multiple times. but, he decided against it. and he decided against that, and against telling them, and telling them all that, didn’t really feel that good, and that, he didn’t really feel that great. and telling them about, his current issue and the problem that, he had been having. and that, he had been experiencing. because, he didn’t want them to worry. and didn’t want to stress them out. he really didn’t. he didn’t want to stress them out, at all. they all had enough going on, and they all had enough, to deal with, without having to worry about him, and worry about what was going on with him. because, they didn’t need this, and they didn’t need that, they really didn’t. they didn’t need this, and they didn’t need that, at all. they didn’t need any of it. and he didn’t want to stress them out. and stress them out more than, he already needed to, or more than, they already were, anyway… and give them even, more to stress them out. or give them even, more to stress about. 

So yeah… staying quiet about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about what was going on, and how he felt, and how he was feeling, and about his current issue and the problem that he had been having. and he had been experiencing the, past few days or so. was definitely the best thing to do. it really was. it was the best thing to do, and it was definitely for the best. and the best thing that, he can do. right now, and the best thing that, he can do moving forward. is to stay quiet about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about what was going on, and how he felt, and how he was feeling, and about his current issue and the problem that he had been having. and he had been experiencing the, past few days or so. because, he didn’t want to anyone to worry, he really didn’t, want anyone to worry, at all. and he didn’t want anyone to worry, whatsoever. not even a little. not one bit. not in the slightest.

Well.. there was that, and there was the fact that, didn’t want anyone to worry. or anyone to stress about, his current issue and and the problem that he had been having. and he had been experiencing. but, it was also, a case of:He didn’t want to tell anyone, and he didn’t want anyone to know. because, he was ashamed and he was embarrassed. he really was. he was so, so, ashamed about this, and he was so, so, embarrassed about this. and about the fact, that he couldn’t go to the toilet, and he couldn’t go properly, and he was unable to have a proper bowel movement. because, he should be able to control this, and he should be able to control that. and he should be able to have some control over this, and have some control over that, should he not? yes, yes he should. he should be able to have control over this, and he should be able to have control over that, and control over his body, and his digestive system and his bowels. and evacuating the waste from his body, and getting rid of the waste from his body. but, he doesn't have control over this, and he doesn't have control over that. and he doesn't have control evacuating the waste frim his body, and getting rid of the waste from his body. does he fuck! he has no control over evacuating the waste from his body, and getting rid ov the waste from his body, at all. does he? no, no he does not. he doesn't control over that, whatsoever. not even, a smidgeon. not even a ounce. he really doesn't. he hasn't. he doesn't have any control over this, and no control over that, at all. not even for one second, not even for one minute. not even for a nanosecond. he has no control over this, and he has no control over that. and he has no control over his bowels, full stop. he really doesn't. full fucking stop. 

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 ~Present day, present time.~

Ross was sat on the sofa in the living room. watching a random comedy-drama film which was:Forrest Gump. 

122 minutes later, to be exact. the move had ended and the credits had started to roll.

Ross leant over he picked up the remote off of the coffee table, and he turned the T.V. off before, putting it back down on the coffee table, again. 

He stood up from where he was sat. he walked across the apartment, and he walked over to the bathroom.

He entered the bathroom, he walked over to the toilet, and he decided to try and take another shot at having a bowel movement. or evacuating the waste of his bowels. even if, it we just a little bit of poop. or fecal matter. at least, it was something, wasn’t it? yes, yes it was. because, something’s better than, nothing. and a little bit of poop. or fecal matter. was also better than, no fecal matter, at all. wasn’t it? yes, yes it was. because, a little bit of poop. or a little bit of fecal matter. was so, so, much better than, no poop. or no fecal matter, at all. it really was. it was so, so, much better. 

Or well…. that’s what he thinks, anyway… something was better than, nothing. and a little poop. or fecal matter was better than, no poop. and no fecal matter, at all. right? yes, yes it was. it was so, so, much better than, nothing. without a doubt. it really was. without a single doubt.

Without hesitation. Ross undid his belt, he yanked down his trousers and his boxers. and they slid down his legs and they pooled around his ankles. the buckle on his belt made a clinking sound, as it did so. 

He sat down on the toilet, and he started to bear down and push. he really did. he start to bear down and he started to push. but, after about a minute of doing this. he realised that, nothing was coming out, and nothing was happening. it really wasn’t. nothing was coming out, and nothing was happening, at all. not even, a little bit of poop. or fecal matter was coming out. nothing was coming out, at all. not even a little, not one bit. 

After doing this, for another ten to fifteen minutes. probably even, pushing twenty minutes. he decided that he wasn’t getting anywhere. he really did, he decided that, he wasn’t getting anywhere. and he wasn’t going to get anywhere if, he stayed here and if, he kept on doing this. he really did. he decided that, he wasn’t getting anywhere. and he wasn’t going to get anywhere if, he stayed here, at all. he was getting nowhere fast. he really was. he was getting nowhere fast, and he was going nowhere fast, indeed. 

So, he decided to give up, and he decided to finally throw the towel in. and actually, give up on having a successful bowel movement. because, it wasn’t going his way, and it wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. it really wasn’t. it wasn’t going his way, and it wasn’t going the way he wanted it to, at all. not even for one second, not even for one minute. it wasn’t going his way, at all. it wasn’t going his way, whatsoever. not one bit, today wasn’t really his day, was it? no, no it wasn’t. today wasn’t really his day, at all. and any chance. or hope that, he ever did have on actually, having a successful bowel movement. was now dashed, and was now lost. and he had to make peace with that, and the fact that, he had yet, another unsuccessful attempt at having a bowel movement. he really did. he had yet, such another disastrous, unsuccessful attempt at having a bowel movement. and at, evacuating the waste from his bowels. I’m fact… he wasn’t only just unsuccessful in his attempt at, having a bowel movement. and at, evacuating the waste from his bowels. but, he had pretty much straight up failed at his attempt to, have a bowel movement. and fail at his attempt to evacuate the waste from his bowels. indubitably. 

And if, this was competitive sport. where you had to use a target. and where you had to, shoot, fire and aim at a target. or where a target was involved such as:Archery, darts, paintball, capture the flag. or pool etc.. he would’ve hit and missed the target. he really would’ve. he would’ve straight up hit and missed the target, entirely. in fact… the shot would’ve of been a straight up, epic fail. it really would’ve. it would of, straight up been an epic fail, indeed. nothing more, nothing less. 

He let out an exasperated sigh, he stood up from where he was sat, he pulled up his trousers, along with his boxers, and he had done up his belt, and he had buckled it. 

Once, he had done that. he walked across the bathroom, he walked over to the medicine cabinet. ergo, in search of something that, he could take for his constipation, and something that would also, cure his constipation.  

After about a minute, or so. of looking through, the medicine cabinet. and rummaging through, the medicine cabinet. for what he was looking for, and for, what he needed. which was some kind of constipation relief. he couldn’t find any. and he could see any. he really couldn’t. he could find any, and he couldn’t see any, at all. 

He let out another exasperated sigh, he closed the medicine cabinet it making a loud a clicking but, also banging sound, as it did so. he turned on his heel and he walked out of the bathroom. 

He put his shoes on, he took his coat off of the hook, and he put it on. he swiftly grabbed his keys off of the counter, and he walked out of the door. closing it behind him, it making a loud clicking sound, as it did so. 

He locked the door, he put the key in his trouser pocket, and he traipsed off to the nearest corner shop.

After about a five minute walk, or so. if, that. he arrived at the shop. he walked inside, he walked over to the aisle where the health related products, or health related items were kept. and he looked for some kind, or some form of, constipation relief. 

After about a minute. he found what he was looking for, and he found what he had came for. which… was the constipation relief. he grabbed the box of constipation relief that, he had came across. which was:Dulcolax. he had paid for what he had brought, he shoved the box in his coat pocket. he walked out of the shop, and he took the short but, brisk walk back to his apartment in West Village.

After about a five minute walk. he arrived back home, and he arrived back at his apartment. he unlocked the door, he walked in, and he closed the door behind him. it making a loud clicking sound, as it did so.

He took off his coat, and he hung it up on the hook that, was next to the door. he took his keys and the box of constipation relief, in hand. and he walked across the apartment, and he walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

He put his keys down on the counter, it making a loud clinking sound, as the metal came into contact with, the wooden countertop. he filled a glass up with water, he took one laxative out, and he put it in his mouth, he took a sip of water before, he swallowed the laxative.

After, he had done that. he drank the rest of the contents of the glass, and he put the glass down on the countertop. it making a loud banging sound, as the porcelain came into contact with, the wooden countertop.

Ross walked over to the living room and he sat down on the sofa. he leant over and he picked the T.V. remote up off of the coffee table where, he left it earlier. and he turned the T.V. on in the hopes of, finding something else that, he could watching to pass the time, while, he waited for this laxative to kick in, and it starts doing it’s magic, and working it’s wonders… well, fingers crossed that, it starts doing it’s magic, and it starts working it’s wonders, fingers crossed. indefinitely…

After, flicking through the channels for about a minute, or so. and deciding on what he should watch, and what he should, devote his mind and his attention to, he decided to settle on watching an adventure movie which was:Jurassic Park. 

As he sat in the sofa, and as he sat and watched the move that, was on the T.V. he waited for the laxative to start taking affect, and start getting to work and start taking action. and start wreaking havoc, on his entire digestive system, and his bowels. and which should then, in turn. finally cure the constipation that, he had been having, for the past few days, or so. or week, and that he had been dealing with, for the past few days. or so, or probably getting on for an entire week, even. as time went on, and as time went by, and every second, and minute came and gone. and came and went by, he continued to wait for the inevitable and he continued to wait for, the moment that, the laxative would kick in, and start taking affect in his digestive system, and his bowels. but, as time went on, and as time went by, he came came to the realisation that, this was was never going to happen, and that, was never going to happen. well… there was a chance it could, and there was a chance it was. but, as the seconds, and minutes came and gone. and came and went by, the chance of this happening, and the chance of that, happening. was getting quite slim, it really was. it was getting quite slim, indeed… 

But, then he started thinking, and as he thought and as he contemplated about what was going on, and what was happening regarding the laxative, and regarding the affects of the laxative. and why, it hadn’t kicked in, and why, it hadn’t started working. yet, and nothing had happened. that’s when, he came to a conclusion, and that’s when he came to a second realisation. and that was, what if… the affects of the laxative were delayed slightly, not by much though, but, they were only delayed by a few minutes or so. that would explain it, right? that should explain what was going on, here? and what was happening, here? regarding the whole laxative situation, and regarding why, the laxative hadn’t started working, yet. and it hasn’t started affect, yet. right? yes, yes it would. or well… he thinks so, anyway…

Yeah, that’s a perfect explanation of, what’s going on, here. and what’s happening, here. right, down to a t. maybe… just maybe, it was delayed. and maybe… it’s just been delayed a bit. not by much, though. but, it’s just been delayed by, a few minutes, or so. and because of this, and because of that. it just hasn’t kicked in, yet, and it just hasn’t taken affect, yet. and it just hasn’t taken action, yet. yes, that’s it. it really is. that’s it and that, explains it 100%. it really does. 100%. without a doubt, without a single doubt. without one. that’s the reason, it isn’t working, yet. and that’s the reason. it’s not working, yet. and that’s why, nothing’s happened, yet. is because, it’s had kind of a delayed affect, and it’s kind of had a delayed response, and it hasn’t kicked in, yet. and it hasn’t taken affect, yet. and it hasn’t taken action, yet. yes, this is it. that’s it. there’s obviously a delayed affect, and there’s obviously a delayed response, regarding the laxative, and regarding the the whole, laxative thing. and regarding the whole, laxative situation. so… really now that, he’s thinking of it, and now that’s he’s thinking about it. he really, should be more patient regarding the whole thing, and regarding the whole situation. and he needs to be more patient regarding the whole, thing and regarding the whole situation. shouldn’t he? yes, yes he should. he really, should be more patient regarding the whole thing, and regarding the whole situation. and he needs to be more patient regarding the whole, thing and regarding the whole situation. without a doubt, so, he’s just going to give it more time, he really is. he’s just going to give it more time. and he’s just going to give the laxative more time to kick in, and give it more time to take affect, and give it more time to action and do what it needs to do, and give it more time to do what needs to be done. because, he’s realising that, he being a little too impatient about this whole thing, and about that, whole thing. and regarding the whole laxative situation, a little too impatient, indeed. about this whole thing, and about that, whole thing. and regarding the whole laxative situation, so yeah… he’s definitely going to give the laxative more time to kick in, and more time to take affect. and more time to take action, and do what it needs to do, and give it more time to do what needs to be done. because, he‘s realised that, he clearly hasn’t giving it enough, time. and he’s knows that, he hasn’t giving it enough, time. so… yeah… he’s going to give it more time, and he’s going to give it some more. because, the amount of time that’s he’s given it, and that’s been set for it. and the timeframe that, he’s given it, the timeframe that, been set for it. clearly isn’t enough, it really isn’t. it clearly isn’t enough, time at all. and it clearly hasn’t been enough, time, at all. it clearly hasn’t been enough, time whatsoever. not one bit. not in the slightest. so yeah… giving it more time, and giving it some more time, is what needs to be done, and is what needs doing. it really is. end of, nothing more. nothing less. And nothing more to on the matter. well… nothing for to say on the matter, for the time being. anyway… that, may change later on, though. only time will, tell. it really will, only time will tell…. 

As time, continue to go on, and as time has come and gone, and has come and went by. he came to the realisation that, the laxative hadn’t worked. and it wasn’t going going to work, either. he felt slightly crestfallen at the fact, that it hadn’t worked. and at the fact, that it didn’t work. and at the fact that, nothing had happened. he waited for something to happen, he waited for it to kick in. and he wanted for it to take affect, and to take action. and do what it needs to do, and give it more time to do what needs to be done. and he waited and waited for something to happen. but, nothing ever did happen. it really did. nothing happened, at all. not even a little, not one bit. he waited and waited for the inevitable, but, the inevitable never came, and the inevitable never happened. much to his dismay, and much to his dissatisfaction. which… was a hard pill to swallow, it really was. it was such a hard, hard, pill to swallow. because, coming to terms with the fact that, the laxative didn’t work and that, the laxative hadn’t worked. and that, nothing had really happened regarding the whole laxative thing, and the whole laxative situation. was hard, it really was. it was so, so, hard. mainly, because of the shear fact that, he had taken it. in the hopes of that, it would work, and in the hopes of that, something would happen. and it would cure all of the issues and problems that, he had been having suffering from constipation, and dealing with constipation. not only that, though. not only was it all of the issues and problems that, he had been having, he had been experiencing. but, also dealing with, since he first started having constipation and constipation symptoms. but, it was also merely the fact that, when you take these things and when you take these tablets. or laxatives as they are formally known as, in the medication trade, and the trade of medication. you take these things, they should work, right? they should work and they should kick in, and start to take affect, and take action, and do what it needs to do. and give it more time to do what needs to be done. but, that sadly wasn’t the case this time around, was it? no, no it wasn’t. that wasn’t the case, at all. he wished that was the case, and he wished that things turned out differently than, they did. and things took a different turn than, did. but, unfortunately they didn’t. and unfortunately they took a different turn than, what he thought, they would’ve. or what he thought, they were going to. which… was unlucky for him, it really was. it was so, so, unlucky. which… when he thinks of, it. and now that, he thinks about it. is nothing new, even for him. it really isn’t, it’s nothing new at all. because he’s always had really bad luck when, it comes to his life, and when, it comes to things that, happen in his life, and things that happen to him on a day to day basis. especially, when it came to things like:his love life, his personal life. his career, his family life. etc… it really did. he had pretty bad luck when, it came to all of those. absolutely fucking shit even, and to say that, it was shit was definitely an understatement. it really was. it was definitely an understatement, indeed.

Because, his life was a mess. his life was complete and utter chaos. Maybe…he should go one step further perhaps, and say that, it was an absolute fucking disaster. a trainwreck, even. would’ve probably been a better word to describe it, and to describe his life. in fact… the word trainwreck sums it up, perfectly. it really does. it sums it up, perfectly. it’s absolutely spot on, even. with his choice of words and with, describing it. and describing it and describing what his is like life, and what his life was like. spot on, without a doubt. it really was. without a single doubt. not even one…. 

So yeah… he wasn’t really that, surprised. when, the laxative didn’t work, and the laxative didn’t do anything. She really wasn’t that surprised, at all. if, he was going to be honest, and if, he was going to be honest about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about the fact… that, the laxative didn’t work, and it didn’t kick in. and it didn’t take affect. and it didn’t take action. because, when has anything gone his way. and when, does anything go the way that, he originally wanted it to, or he had originally anticipated it would. never that’s when, absolutely never. nothing has ever, gone his way. and nothing has ever, gone the way he wanted it to. and nothing had ever, gone the way he anticipated it would. in fact… his life had just been a series of swings and roundabouts up until now, and up until, this point. it really had, a series of swings and roundabouts, irrefutably. and even, now. his life is still constantly a series of swings and roundabouts. because, nothing ever, still goes his way. or goes the way that he wanted it to, or goes the way that, he ever, anticipated it would. ever, and his life kind of like an emotional rollercoaster. it really is. his life is so, so, much like an emotional rollercoaster. because, there’s highs and there’s lows. there’s up’s and there’s downs. and there’s gains and there’s losses. so… yeah… he thinks that, word’s perfect. and he thinks that, those words describe his life, perfectly. right down to a t. a series of swings and roundabouts, and an emotional rollercoaster. with a load of twists and loops, it really does. a load of twists, and loops. some of which… are exciting and thrilling. and some of which, are Adrenaline rush inducing. and then, there’s the others that, are anxiety provoking and that, cause great, fear, panic and that, are extremely terrifying. and that, scare the hell out of you. they really do. scare the complete hell out of you, undeniably.

Once, he movie had ended. the credits had started to roll.

Ross stood up from where he was sat. he walked across his apartment, and he walked off in the direction of the kitchen. 

He filled a glass up with water. he took another tablet out. he put it in his mouth, and he took a sip of water before, swallowing it.

He didn’t really know it, now. and he didn’t really know it, at the moment, but, later, though. later on, he would soon come to the realisation that, taking that second tablet, would be a mistake. and taking that, second laxative would be a mistake. he really would. he would soon to the realisation that, taking that second tablet, and taking that second laxative. would be such a massive mistake. it really would. would’ve been such a fucking huge mistake, even. because, later on. later on today, in about in an hour or so. or in a about three hours or so. maximum. the two tablets that, he had taken. and the two laxative that, he had taken. would finally, both kick in. and they would take full affect, and they would both decided to take action, and they would Both, do what they needed to do. and they would both, do what needed to be done. and they would both, come together, and they would both, come to a head. and they would both hit full force, with a vengeance. they really would. and they would both, hit full force. with a vengeance. and they would both, show no mercy. and they would make his stomach churn, gurgle and stir. and he would be doubling over from the stomach cramps. and he would be doubling over in intense pain. and doubling over from the force and from the intensity of pain. which… would be good. but, it would also, be bad at the same time. because, it would be good. mainly, because of the sheer fact that, he hadn’t been able to go to the toilet, properly. and he hasn’t been able to go, properly. and he hadn’t been able to actually, have a proper bowel movement. and he hadn’t been able to evacuate all of the waste from his body. like he so desperately needed to, or so desperately wanted to. or so, desperately like he had to, even. so… there was some good to come of this, and there was some good to come from this, and some good to come out this. which is, which was and which, would be:he would be able to go to the toilet, again. probably. and he would be able to actually, have a proper bowel movement, again. and he would be able to evacuate all of the waste from his body, again. like he could do before, and like he was doing before, he started suffering from constipation. and suffering from all of the symptoms that, go along with having constipation. 

So yeah… there is a silver lining here, and there is a silver lining to this, and there is a silver lining to all of this. and that is, and that was:he would be able to go to the toilet, again. and he would be able to go to the toilet, properly, again. and he would be able to actually, have a proper bowel movement, again. and he would be able to evacuate all of the waste from his body, again. like he could do before, like he had been doing before, and like he had been doing before, all of this started and before, all of this happened. and before, he started having this issue and before, he started having this problem. and he start to have constipation. and he started experiencing constipation, and he also, started dealing with constipation. and all of the symptoms that, go along with having constipation. 

so yeah… there is definitely a silver lining, here. and there is definitely a silver lining to this, and there is definitely a silver lining to all of this. and to be seen here, and there is something good to come of this, and something good to come from this, and something good to come out of this. and that is and that, was:it would resolve all of his issues. and it would resolve all of his problems. and it would finally get rid of his constipation that, he had been having. for the past few days, or so. and it would finally put his constipation to bed. or well… put it to bed, for the time being, anyway…. and it would also, kick it to the curb, too. well… kick it to the curb, for now, anyway… 

Which… to him, and in his eyes can only be seen a good thing, and to him, it is also, a good thing, and it can only be seen as good thing. Mainly, for the mere fact that, he would finally be free from the constipation. and he would be free from all of the symptoms that, came along with having constipation, is well. so yeah… it can definitely only be seen as good thing, and it is definitely also, only a good thing. for that, reason. and for that, reason alone. and that, is. and that, was. it cures the constipation that, he’s been having. and he’s been experiencing, and he’s been dealing with. and all of the symptoms that, came along with that, and with that, alone. Undoubtedly. 

…..…………Later that, same day…………….

Chandler, Joey and Ross were all sat on the sofa in the living room of Chandler and Joey’s apartment. watching a random action movie which was:Die Hard.
About, halfway through, the movie. Ross’s stomach started to hurt really badly. well… it was hurting before, but now, the pain was excruciating. it really was. it was absolutely excruciating and it felt like a thousand saws were going through, his abdomen. and were slicing through, his abdomen. with its sharp, jagged pointy tips. A few seconds after that, his stomach started to gurgle and stir, and it let out a really gurgle that, pretty much sounded like a dying manatee, on his deathbed. a few seconds after this, his stomach started to cramp, intensely. it really did. his stomach starting cramping, really, intensely. and it was cramping, with a vengeance. and it wasn’t going to let up, anytime soon. it really wasn’t. it wasn’t wasn’t going to let up, anytime soon, at all. 

He wished that, he had never taken that second tablet. and he wished that, he had never taken that, second laxative. he really did. he wished that, he had never taken that second tablet. and second laxative, at all. because, now that he had taken it, it was coming back to bite him in the ass. and it was coming back with, a vengeance. and it was coming back to, torment. and torture his poor abdomen. two hours after, he had taken it. and two hours after, he had taken the tablet. and taken the laxative. and it was making him pay, and it was making him suffer. and it was showing him, no mercy. it really wasn’t. it was showing him no mercy, at all. No mercy whatsoever. not even a little, not one bit. not in the slightest. as his stomach is gurgling and stirring. and cramping rather, agonisingly. he thinks of, and he thinks about, why is he so stupid, and why, is he such an idiot. he really does. why is so, so, stupid. and why, is he such an idiot. and why, did he think that, taking that, second tablet. and taking that, second laxative was a good idea. he didn’t really know. he really didn’t. he didn’t really didn’t know why, taking that, second tablet. and taking that second laxative was a good idea, at all. because, now as he sits here. and he sits here, in absolute Agony. because, his stomach is in knots. and it’s gurgling and stirring, violently. and it’s cramping, rather, intensely. he came to the realisation, and he realises that, maybe.. just, maybe… it wasn’t really that, good of an idea, after all. it really wasn’t. it wasn’t really a good idea, at all. because, as far as ideas go, and as far as his ideas go. this one was incredibly stupid, and this one is his worse one, so far. and this one is his worst, one to date. because, taking two tablets. and taking two laxative within, an hour or two of each other. or an hour or two between the two tablets, and between the two laxatives. was a stupid thing to do. it really was. it was such a stupid thing to do. and it was a rather idiotic move on his part. because, now. he’s doubled over in pain, from the excruciating cramps that, he’s now suffering from, and that he’s now experiencing. and now that’s he’s currently dealing with, and he’s now looking back, and looking back on what, he had done. and what, he had did. and he’s starting to regret ever, doing this. and regret ever doing that, and regret ever, taking that second tablet. and taking that, second laxative. he really does. he regrets ever, taking that, second tablet. and taking that, second laxative. immensely. and if, he had a Time Machine. he would go back in time, and he would go back to the exact time that, he took that, second tablet at. and he took that, second laxative at all. and he wouldn’t take it. he really wouldn’t. he wouldn’t take it, at all. because, it was stupid mistake, and it was an extremely stupid thing to do. it really was. it was such a stupid, stupid, thing to do. and it was an extremely stupid, stupid thing to do. and he should of never of done it. and he should of never have taken it, and he should of never of, put it in his mouth. in the first place. and the fact that, he did. just goes to show how stupid he is. and how stupid he was. it really does. it just goes to show how stupid he is, and how stupid he was. for that, thought ever crossing his mind, and then, for thinking that, thought was ever a good idea. to act upon, and to do. because, it wasn’t. that, thought was not a good idea, to act upon, and to do, at all. because, now that he’s acted upon it, and now that he’s done it. he’s looking back on it, with so much regret. he really is. he’s looking back on it, and back on what he done. and what he had did. with so, so, much regret. because, he’s got himself, into hot water. he really has. he got himself into such hot water. scolding hot, even. because, now. he’s got himself into situation he can’t get out of. and he can’t escape from, and he run from. because, he is such an idiot, he really is. he is such an fucking idiot. and god don’t he fucking know it, he really does. god don’t he fucking know it, indubitably. in fact… to say that, he is an idiot is definitely an understatement. it really is. it is definitely an understatement, indisputably.

After a couple of minutes. he felt that, ol’ so familiar feeling in his bowel, and he felt the need to poop. he tried to ignore at first, he really did. he tried so, so, much. to ignore the feeling that, was in his bowel. and to ignore the signs and the signals that, his brain was sending him. and his body was telling him. and telling him to go to the bathroom, and telling him to go to the toilet. and telling him to poop. and at first, he was successful at doing so, and he was successful in doing that, he really was. he was so, so successful at doing so, and he was so, so, successful in doing that, because, start with, and the start. he was watching the T.V. and he was watching the movie that, was on T.V. and he was completely ignoring the fact that, he needed to go to the bathroom. and that, he needed to go to the toilet. and that, he needed to poop. so much so, that, he wasn’t even thinking about it, and he wasn’t even thinking about that. and he wasn’t even thinking about that, he had to go to the bathroom. and that, he had to go to the toilet. and that, he had to poop. he really wasn’t. he wasn’t even thinking about it, and he wasn’t even thinking about that. and he wasn’t even thinking about that, he had to go to the bathroom. and that, he had to go to the toilet. and that, he had to poop, at all. in fact… he was so focused on the T.V. and what he was watching. that, it didn’t even cross his mind, it really didn’t. it didn’t even cross his mind, at all. that, he had to go to the bathroom. and that, he had to go to the toilet. and that, he had to poop, or maybe… it was just that, he was so into what he was watching, and he was so into the movie. he just got distracted, to the point that, he even forgot he needed to go to the bathroom, and he needed to go to the toilet. and he needed to poop. only for a while, anyway… because, 15 to 20 minutes later, he reminded that, he needed to go to the bathroom, and he needed to go to the toilet, and he needed to poop, again. only this time, the feeling that, he needed to go to the bathroom. and the feeling that, he needed to go the toilet, and he needed to poop. was more apparent, and it urgent than, it had been previously, and than, it had been first time around. it really was. it was much more, apparent to him, that, he needed to go to the bathroom. and that, he needed to go to the toilet. and that, he needed to poop. so much so, it overwhelmed to the point that, it was all he could think about. and it was the only thing that, he could think about. he couldn’t focus on what he was watching. and he couldn’t focus on the movie, anymore. that’s how bad it was. and that’s how bad it had gotten. and that’s how urgently, he needed to go to the bathroom. and how urgently he needed to go the toilet. and how urgently he needed to poop. it overwhelmed his, senses. and it overwhelmed his thoughts, to the point. that, it was all he could think about, and he couldn’t think about, anything else other than this, and anything else other than, that. and he couldn’t think about anything else other than, he needed the bathroom, and he needed the toilet. and he needed to poop. that, was all. this is all he could think about. that, was all he could think about. was the fact, that, he had to go to the bathroom. and he had to go the toilet. and he had to poop. it was just this, and it was just that. and it was just the thought, that he had to use the bathroom. and he had to use the toilet. and he had to poop. so… goddamn urgently. that, it was it. that, was all. that, was all he could think of, and all he could think about. was that, had to go and use the bathroom. and that, he had to go and use the toilet. and that, he had to poop, so, so, urgently. and it was nothing else other than, this. and it was nothing else other than, that. it was just this, and it was just that. and it was nothing else except this, and nothing else, except that…. and except that, he needed to go and use the bathroom. and that, he needed to go and use the toilet. and that he needed to poop, so desperately…. 

Another five minutes had come and gone. and had come and went by, he knew that he would have to get up, and poop sometime. or we was going to soil himself, in front of Joey and Chandler. and in front of his best friends. and he knew that, from the gurgling sounds coming from his inside stomach, and the stirring feeling coming from inside, his abdomen. that, he had to make one. and he he had to make a big one, at that. and that, would be an extremely embarrassing thing to do. or that, would be an extremely embarrassing thing to happen, in front of Joey and Chandler. and in front of two of his best friends. wouldn’t it? yes, yes it would. that, would be an extremely embarrassing thing to do. or an extremely embarrassing thing to happen. in front of Joey and Chandler. and in front of his best friends. most definitely. that’s why, he can’t do this. and that’s why, he can’t do that. and that’s why, this can’t happen. and he can’t mess himself. in front of his best friends. is because, it’s an extremely embarrassing thing to do. or it’s an extremely embarrassing thing to happen. would be to mess yourself, and would be to mess your pants. especially, in front of two of your best friends. because, he knew that, if he did this, and he knew that, if he did that. and knew that, if this happened. and that, happened. he would never live it down. he really wouldn’t. he knew that, he would never live it down, at all. especially, with his friends. and the friends that, he had. well… all of them, and also, his sister Monica. who, was also, a member of their close knit member of their gang. and member of their friendship group. yeah… he would never live that, down, at all. like ever, because, everyone would always remind him of this, and remind him of that. and remind him of what he did. and remind him of what he had done, and what had happened. every single day. they really would. everyone would always remind him of this, and remind him of that. and remind him of what he did. and remind him of what he had done, and what had happened. most definitely. or they would remind him, whenever it came up. In a conversation. or a discussion. and they would, always remind him of the infamous pants messing incident. or the infamous incident where he had an accident and he messed his pants. which… he knew that, if this happen. and he knew that, if that happened. he would die from Embarrassment. he really would. he would absolutely die from embarrassment of the whole thing. and of the whole situation. and of the whole incident. and what he had did. what he had done, and what had happened. and he would want to crawl into a hole, and die. from embarrassment of the whole thing, and the whole situation. and of the whole incident. and what he had did. what he had done, and what had happened. he really would, he would find a hole. crawl into it, and die. that, might sound a little dramatic. and he might be being a bit dramatic. but, that’s what he would do. he would find a hole, crawl into it, and die. from embarrassment of the whole thing, and the whole situation. because, he would hate to forever, be reminded of the whole situation. and be reminded of the whole incident. and reminded of what he had did. and reminded of what he had done, and reminded of, what had happened. he really would. he would hate to be remind the whole situation. because, he would hate to forever, be reminded of the whole situation. and be reminded of the whole incident. and reminded of what he had did. and reminded of what he had done, and reminded of, what had happened. so much. he really would. he would would hate to be remind the whole situation. because, he would hate to forever, be reminded of the whole situation. and be reminded of the whole incident. and reminded of what he had did. and reminded of what he had done, and reminded of, what had happened. so, so, much. in fact… he couldn’t think of anything worse than, this. and he couldn’t think of anything worse than, that. and he couldn’t think of anything worse than, being reminded of, the whole thing. and to reminded of the whole situation. and be reminded of the whole incident. and reminded of what he had did. and reminded of what he had done, and reminded of, what had happened, and to be reminded of the whole pants messing thing, at all. well… he could think of something, that, would be worse than, this. and he can think of something that would be, worse than, that. and worse than, the whole pants messing incident. and that, would probably be: to be set on fire, to be set a light, and scream painfully, as the flames burnt his skin, and damaged his skin. so… he would end up with scars, and burns. that, would last forever. and that, would be there forever, and be there even, for a whole lifetime, even. So yeah… he can thing of something that, would be worse than this, and he can’t think of something that, would be worse than, that. and that, would be worse than, the whole pants messing incident. and that, would definitely be: to be set on fire, to be set a light, and scream painfully, as the flames burnt his skin, and damaged his skin. so… he would end up with scars, and burns. that, would last forever. and that, would be there forever, and be there even, for a whole lifetime, even. so yeah… as far as things go. this is probably not the worst thing to happen to him. because, he can think of things, that would definitely be way, worse than this. and that, would definitely be way, worse than that. and that, would be definitely way, worse than messing himself, or messing his pants. and things that, would be. way, worse. they really would. things that, would be way, way, worse. than this, and things that, would be. way, way, worse than that. indefinitely. so yeah… definitely as far as things go. he should think himself lucky, that, this is happening to him. and that, is happening. he really should. he should think himself, so, so, lucky. that, this is happening to him. and that, that is happening to him. and something that, is incredibly dangerous. or life threatening, is not. happening to him. and isn’t happening to him right now. and right this second, and right this very moment. so yeah… he should, definitely thank his lucky stars that, this is happening to him. and that, is happening to him. and something incredibly dangerous. or life threatening, isn’t happening to him. and happening to him right now. and right this second, and right this very moment. irrefutably. 

Because, he came to the realisation, and he’s realised that, in the grand scheme of things. things could always be worse, and life could always be worse. then, they already are. they really could. things could always be way, way worse. than, they already are. and life could be so, so, much worse than, it already is. so, so, much worse…. So yeah… he should definitely thank, his lucky stars. and he should definitely think himself lucky. he really should. he should definitely thank, his lucky stars so, so, much. and he should definitely think himself so, so, lucky-….

Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted. and he was pulled from his thoughts, and he came back to reality. when, he saw that, Joey was looking over at him. out of the corner of his eye. Joey‘s eyebrows were furrowed, and the frown was apparent on his lips, and his eyes were full of concern.
“Are you okay, buddy?” he said his voice full of concern.

Ross nodded.

”Yes, I’m fine” he said confidently but, casually. hoping that, was enough, to convince and reassure Joey. that, he was in fact… fine, well… fingers crossed it was enough, to convince and reassure Joey. that, he was in fact, fine. anyway… and he say anything else to him, and he wouldn’t ask him anything else, and it would just be left, at that….but, this was Joey. and he didn’t know if, what he said. and if, what he told him. convinced him, and reassured him enough, that he would actually, buy it. and he would actually, buy what he was saying. and what he was telling him. because, this was Joey. and he needed a lot of convincing and reassurance to, get him off of your back. and to stop him from saying anything, else. and to stop from from asking anything, else. or asking further questions…. so… he hoped. he really did. he hoped and he prayed. that, what he said. and he was telling him. was enough, to convince him and reassure him…. that, he was in fact, fine… he wasn’t fine, he really wasn’t. he wasn’t fine, at all. but, he wasn’t going to tell him that, he really wasn’t. he wasn’t going to tell him that, at all. not one bit. not in the slightest… so he was just going to say that, he was fine. and he was just going to tell me that, he was fine. he really was. he was just going to say that, he was so, so, fine. and he was just going to tell me that, he was so, so, fine. and that, would be that. and that, would be, all that he would say to him. and that, would be all that, he would be telling him. nothing more, nothing less…. he would just say that, and he would just say that, was fine. and he would, just tell him that, he was fine. and he would just tell him that, he was fine… and that, would be that. and that, and that, would be the end of it, and the end of this discussion. it really would. that, would be the extent of his knowledge, and that, would be all he would know. well… all he needed to know, because, he didn’t need to know, anything else except that. and he didn’t needed to know anything else other than, that. that was it. that, was all he needed to know. nothing more, nothing less… 

Joey’s eyebrows were furrowed. the frown on his lips was still apparent, and his eyes were still full of concern.

”Are you sure, you’re okay, man?” he said his voice still laced with worry. 

Ross nodded.

“Yeah. I’m fine, man” he said his voice full of reassurance “why’d, you ask?” he said trying his best to convince Joey that, he was fine. and nothing was going on with, and nothing was wrong with him. well… there is, and there was. something going on with him, and something wrong with him. but… once, again. he didn’t need to know that, and he didn’t have to know that, he really didn’t. he didn’t need to know that, and he didn’t have to know that. but… for the sake of still keeping up appearances, and putting on an act, And keeping up an act, and putting a mask. and putting on a façade. he just decided to act a casual, and act like nothing was going on, and nothing was bothering him. when, in fact… and when, it actual reality. there was something going on with him, and there was something wrong him. and there was something that, was troubling him, and that was bothering him. there really was. there was something that, was troubling him, and that was bothering him. so, so, much. but… for the sake of keeping up appearances, and putting on an act, and keeping up an act. and putting on a mask. and putting on a façade. he just decide to continue acting casual, and to keep on acting casual. and act like nothing was going on, or nothing wrong and nothing was happening. even if… on the inside it was killing him, and even though… on the inside it was killing him to keep up an appearance, and it was killing him to put on a act, and to keep up an act. and it was killing him. to put the mask on, and it was killing to keep on wearing the mask, and to keep the mask on. and it was killing him to keep putting on this façade. and to keep on wearing this so called façade. which… was fake. it really was. it was so, so, fake. and it wasn’t real, at all. not even a little, not one bit. and he knew that the mask was fake, and it wasn’t real. he did. but… at the same time. even though, he knew the mask was fake, and it was real. he knew that, it was needed. and he knew that, he had to have it on, and he had to keep in wearing it. in order… to keep up appearances. and in order to act like everything was okay, and everything was alright. and everything was fine. When… in actual reality, everything wasn’t okay, and everything wasn’t alright. and everything wasn’t fine. it really wasn’t. everything wasn’t okay, and everything wasn’t alright. and everything wasn’t fine, at all. everything wasn’t fine whatsoever. not one bit. not in the slightest. and if… he said that, everything was okay, and everything was alright. and everything was fine. he’d be lying. he really would. because, if… he was being honest, and he is. and he was. nothing could be further from the truth. it really couldn’t. nothing could be further from the truth, at all. not even a little, not one bit. because, he wasn’t okay, and he wasn’t alright. and he wasn’t fine. not even a little, if anything… he knew that, he was the exact opposite of it, and the exact opposite of that. and the exact opposite of okay, and he was the exact opposite of alright. and the exact opposite of fine. in fact… he’s never felt less fine, in his entire life. he really hasn’t. he’s never felt less fine, in his life, at all. because, he feels so anxious, and he feels so nervous. and he’s filled with dread, and uncertainty of what’s to come, and of, going to happen, and whether… he’s going to make it to the bathroom. or not. and whether he’s going to make it to the toilet. or not. or whether… he’s going to have an accident before, he even gets to the bathroom, and he even gets to the toilet. or whether… he gets up, starts walking to the bathroom. And he has an accidents and he messes himself on the way to the bathroom. and in the way to the toilet. not only that, though. he’s never felt less fine, in his entire life. either, because, he’s stomach hurts and his stomachs cramping. and it’s making him feel sick. and he’s needs to poop so badly, it’s beginning to hurt. and it’s causing tremendous pain. it really is. it’s causing tremendous pain, indeed… so much so, it’s kind of bringing him tears and he wants to cry, he really does. it wants to cry, so, so, much. and he wants to cry so, so, badly. because, the amount of pain that he’s in. is absolute agony. absolutely agony. undeniably. so… yeah.. between of this, and between all of that. and between everything that’s going on. and that’s happening he’s never felt less fine, in his entire life. but, even so. even then, he’s still has to keep up appearances. and he has to put on an act. and he has to keep up an act. and he has to put this mask on, and he had to keep on wearing the mask. and he has to put this façade on. even if… on the inside… it’s slowly, killing him. or it’s already killed him, even. he still has to do it. and he still has to keep up an act. and he still has to put on a mask, and put on a façade. so that, Joey and Chandler don’t get suspicious. of what’s going on, and what’s happening. and what’s going on with him, and what’s wrong with him. but, at the moment. it’s Joey that, he had to worry about. and it’s Joey that he has to convince. and it had to make sure that, he 
Doesn’t get suspicious, And he doesn’t see right through him. and he doesn’t work out, and put the pieces together. and put two and two together. and read between the lines. and he doesn’t catch on, and he doesn’t work out what’s going on here, and what’s happening here, and what’s going on, and what’s happening with him. and what’s wrong with him.. because, if… he does work out what’s going on, and what’s happening here, and he see right though the act. Right through the mask, and right through the façade. and what’s going on with him. and what’s happening with him, and what’s actually, wrong him. he’s well… and truly done for. he really is. he’s well and truly done for, he’s fucked even, and there’s no coming back from that, because… then, it’s a point of no return. because, he’ll have to tell the truth, and he’ll have to come clean. because, he will have other option. and he’ll have no other choice. he really won’t. he’ll have no other option, and he’ll have no choice, at all. and he’ll have to tell him, what’s really going on, and what’s really happening. and what’s really wrong. and he doesn’t want to do that. he really doesn’t. he doesn’t want to do that, at all. not one bit. not in the slightest. so yeah… the act stays on regardless all of that, and the mask stays on regardless of all of that. and the façade stays on regardless all of that, indefinitely. and it is the best thing that, he can do right now. And the best thing that, he can do moving forward. is to keep the act up, and to keep the mask on, and keep the façade on. and act like everything is okay, and everything is alright. and everything is fine. when… in actual reality, everything wasn’t okay, and everything wasn’t alright. and everything wasn’t fine. but, he wasn’t going to him that, and he wasn’t going to tell Joey and Chandler, he really wasn’t. he wasn’t going to tell Joey and Chandler that, at all. so yeah… keep up this act that’s he’s put on, and that he’s got on. and keeping up this mask that he’s put on, and that he’s got on. and keep up this façade that he’s put on, and that he’s currently wearing. is definitely the best thing that, he can do right now. and the best thing he can do moving forward. and from this point on, it really is. it’s the best thing he can’t I right now, and it’s the best thing that, he can do moving forward. unassailably. because if, that mask came off. and that, mask came down. or was ripped or damaged. in any way shape or form. that, was it. it really was. that, was absolutely it. he was well, and truly done. he was toast. it is, and it was pretty much game over. after that, and from then, on. it really is, and it really was. it was pretty much game over, and then… that, that would be the end of the beginning for him. it really would. it would be the end of the beginning him, undeniably. and it would be the end of the world for him, also. because, then he would definitely have to tell them the truth, and he’ll have to come clean to them both. and he’ll definitely have to tell them, what’s really going on, and what’s really happening. and what’s really wrong with him. he really will. he would definitely have to tell them the truth, and he’ll definitely have to come clean to them both. and he’ll definitely have to tell them, what’s really going on with him, and what’s really happening. and what’s really wrong with him. because, he’ll have no option. but, to do this. and he’ll have to option to do that. and he’ll have no other choice but, to do this. and he’ll have no other choice but, to do that. he really won’t. he’ll have no option. but, to do this. and he’ll have to option to do that. and he’ll have no other choice but, to do this. and he’ll have no other choice but, to do that, at all. he’ll have no other choice. but, to do that whatsoever. not even a little, not one bit. not in the slightest…. Because, there would be no running away from this, and there would be no running away from that, and there would be no escaping this, and there would be no escaping that. and there would be no running away from telling them both the truth, and telling them both is, and was really going on. and what is, and was really happening. and what is, and what’s really, wrong him. because, Joey and Chandler wouldn’t let him. they really wouldn’t. Joey and Chandler wouldn’t let him, at all. because, they would force him into doing it, and they would force him into doing that. and they would make him come clean, and they would make him all them truth. and tell them what was really going on. and what’s was really happening, and what’s really wrong. much to his chagrin, and much to his dislike, indeed…. 

Joey still wasn’t convinced. his eyebrows were still furrowed, the frown on his lips was still apparent. and the his eyes were still full of concern.

“You… you just seem kind of distracted, man. that’s all? he said his voice still laced with worry “you just seem kind of distant, and you just seem kind of distracted. and you don’t really seem like yourself, so… I just wanted to know if, everything’s okay. and if, everything’s alright. because, you don’t like you’re okay. and you don’t look like you’re alright. In fact… you just seem kind of distant, and you just seem kind of distracted. and you just look really anxious and you just look really nervous. and just seem kind of on edge. So… because, of this. and because of that. I was wondering if, you were okay. and if, you were alright. and if you were fine. because, you really don’t look like it, and you really, don’t look like you are. In fact.. you look the exact opposite, of fine. and you just seem really anxious, and really nervous. and you just seem really on edge?…” he said.

Ross furrowed his eyebrows. his smile faltered, and he blinked rapidly. as he brought his index finger up to lips, and he just rested it against his lips. he thought about what Joey said for a moment, and then he spoke up.
“I… I do?” he said his voice full of anxiety but, also nervousness at the same time.

Chandler nodded in conformation. his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were also full of concern.

”Yeah, you do. seem kind of distant, and kind of distracted, man?” he said interjected his voice laced with worry “are you sure that, you’re okay. and are you sure that, you’re alright, buddy? because, you really don’t seem like it, and you really don’t seem like you are, and your not really acting like your usual self, either. in fact… you… you just seem really distant, and you seem kind of distracted. and you just seem really anxious, and really nervous. and your just kind of on edge. you really are. you just seem so, so, anxious. and you just seem so, so, nervous. and you’re just really on edge, and you just can’t seem to relax. you really can’t. you just can’t seem to relax, at all. not even a little” he said “so… is everything, okay. and is everything alright. and are you feeling okay, and are you feeling alright? buddy, because, you really don’t look like your okay, and you don’t really look like your alright. so… is there something on your mind, man. is there something that’s bothering you, and is there something that’s eating away at you. because, you just seem kind of distant. and you just seem kind of distracted. and you just seem to be in your head, quite a lot. or well… more than, you usually are? so… yeah… what’s going on in that, head of yours? what’s on your mind? what’s bothering you? hmmm?…” he said.

Ross nodded, and he smiled reassuringly. which… to him. the smile in of itself. seemed kind of forced, and seemed kind of fake. and it didn’t feel natural. and it didn’t feel real. it really didn’t. the smile didn’t feel natural. and it didn’t feel real, at all. If… anything. it felt more forced. and it felt kind of fake. for it to be a natural smile, and for it to be a a genuine smile. it felt far too forced, and far too fake. for it to be a natural smile, and for it to be a genuine smile. and to feel like he actually, truly meant it…. 

“I’m fine, guys. really…” he said his voice full of reassurance trying his hardest to convince Joey and Chandler that, he was in fact fine. and there was nothing on his mind, and there was nothing bothering him. when… in actual reality. that, really wasn’t the case. it really wasn’t. that, really wasn’t the case, at all. because, there was something bothering him. and there was something eating away at him. but, he wasn’t going to tell them that. he really wasn’t. he wasn’t going to tell them that, at all. because… something’s are Better left unsaid. so… instead he just said and he just responded with a “don’t worry about me, and don’t worry about whether I’m okay. or not. or whether I’m feeling alright, or not. because, I’m fine. I really am. I’m fine, I can assure you…” he said trying to act casual but, that was rather short lived because, the act of trying to act casual and act like nothing was wrong, and nothing was bothering him. was interrupted when, his stomach gurgled and stirred once, again. and made another noise that, sounded identical to one of a dying animal.

“Are you sure, you’re okay. buddy?” Joey said his voice full of concern “are you sure, you’re alright. you say that, you’re okay. and you say that, you’re alright. but, I’m not really sure that, your as fine, as you say you are. I’m really not. I’m really sure that, you’re as fine as you say you are, at all. so.. are you sure there’s nothing on your mind, and are you sure there’s nothing bothering you. buddy?” he said his voice full of reassurance “because, if there is something on your mind. and if, there something that’s bothering you. you know that, you can talk to me and Chan. about you can talk to us, and you can tell us. about what’s going on in that, head of yours. and what’s bothering you. and we’ll sit here and we’ll listen to you, and listen to what you got to say. as you pour your heart out to us, and as you tell us what’s bothering you and what’s troubling you, man?” he said he paused for a second he looked over at Chandler briefly, before looking back over at Ross “isn’t that, right Chan? If, something’s bothering him. and if, there’s something that’s eating away at him? he can’t talk to us and he can tell us about, what’s going on his head and he can tell us about what’s bothering him? and we’ll both sit here, and listen to him. and listen to what he’s got to say. as he pours his heart out of us. and as he talks to us about what’s on his mind. and talks to us about what’s bothering him. and we’ll comfort him and reassure him, and make him feel better. We really will, we’ll make him feel so, so, much better. won’t we, Chan?” he said. 

Chandler nodded. 
“Yes” he said his voice full of reassurance “yes we will, we’ll both sit here, and we’ll listen to you, and listen to what you’ve got to say. as you pour your heart and soul out to us, and you talk to us, and you tell us about what’s going on in that, head of yours. and you talk about what’s bothering you. okay, man?” he said.

Ross nodded. and he smiled reassuringly.

”I’m fine. guys. really…” he said his voice full of reassurance as he tried to convince Joey and Chandler that he was fine. and there was nothing going on, and there was nothing wrong. and there was nothing bothering him “I really am, I’m absolutely fine. So… stop worrying about me, and stop worrying about whether I’m okay, or not. and whether I’m alright. or not. because, I’m okay. I’m alright, I’m fine, I can assure you…” he said.

“Are you sure, you’re okay. Man?” Chandler said his voice full of worry “it’s okay if, you’re not. it really is. in fact… it’s perfectly fine, if, you’re not okay. and if, you’re not alright. it’s perfectly fine, indeed…” he said “and if, there is anything on your mind. and if, there is anything that’s bothering you. and that’s eating away at you. you can talk to us, and you can tell us what’s bothering you, and what’s eating away at you. and we won’t judge you. or criticise you. or anything like that, ok? we’ll just both sit here, and we’ll listen to you. and we’ll listen to what you’ve got to say. and we’ll comfort you, and reassure you. and we’ll make you feel better. we really will, we’ll make you feel so, so, much better?” he said.

Ross nodded.

”I’m fine, Chan” he said his voice full of reassurance “I really am, I’m okay, I’m alright. I’m perfectly fine. so… stop worrying about me, and worrying about whether I’m okay, or not. because, I’m fine, I can assure you…” he said.

Chandler nodded, and he smiled.

”Alright, as long as you’re sure, man?” he said just double checking that, Ross was okay. and Ross was alright. and Ross was as fine as he says that, he is. and as he says that he was.

Ross nodded.

”Yes, I am” he said his voice full of reassurance.

Chandler didn’t say anything. he just nodded, if, Ross said that he was okay. and if, Ross said that, he was alright. then, he was just going to leave it there. and he was just going to leave it at that. and move on.

There was a second of silence and then Joey spoke up.
“But, if, there was anything going on. and if, there was something on your mind, and something bothering you. would let us know, and you would talk to us, and you would tell us, wouldn’t you, buddy?” he said.

Ross nodded.

”Yes, I would” he said his voice full of reassurance “if, there was anything going on. and if, there was anything in my mind, or anything bothering me. you’d be the first ones to know, and you would be the first ones I would talk to, and the first one that, I would tell. ok?” he said “because, I love you, guys. I really do. I love you guys so, so, much. you’re two of my best and closest friends. so yeah…  if, there was anything going on. and if, there was anything in my mind, or anything bothering me. you’d definitely be the first ones to know, and you would definitely be the first ones I would talk to, and the first one that, I would tell, alright?” he said. 

Chandler and Joey didn’t say anything. they just nodded. if, Ross said that, he would let them both know. if, anything was going on. and if, anything was on his mind. and if, anything was bothering him. and eating away at him. then, they both believe d him. and they both believed what he said. and they believed what he was telling them. and if, Ross said that, he would talk to them, and tell them both. if, anything was on his mind. and if, anything was bothering him. and eating away at him. then, they believed him, and they believe what he said. and what he was telling them. and they, were just going to leave it there. and they were just going to leave it at that, and swiftly move on, and go back to what they were originally doing. 

And with that. Joey, Chandler and Ross. all turned their heads back to towards the T.V. and they focused on the move that, they were watching. or in Ross’s case tried to focus on the movie that, they were watching. and tried to focus on the movie that, was on the T.V. anyway… because, as much as he tried his hardest to focus on the movie, and focus on what was on the T.V. he couldn’t. he just couldn’t. because, his mind elsewhere, and he was too distracted, and too preoccupied by, what was going on inside his body. and by, what was going on with his digestive system, and his Bowels. and the urge to poop. and evacuate the waste from his body, at this point. to actually, be able to fully focus on the movie. and to be to able to fully focus on the T.V. and to pay attention to what he was watching. another 5 to 8 minutes had passed, it was probably even pushing 10, at this point. because, he didn’t have a clear perception of time, at the moment. and at this minute in time. so… he had no idea how long it had been. and he had no idea how much time has passed. or had passed, even. but, even so. those last 5 to 8 minutes. probably even, 10 minutes. we’re probably the most painful, by far. because, his stomach just hurt so goddamn much, and his stomach just hurt so goddamn bad. and it just cramping violently. and he had to poop so urgently. so, so, badly. he really did. he had to so, so, urgently. and he had to poop so, so, badly. so much so, that he was pretty much, prairiedogging. at this point. more than, he was actually, sitting. and more than he was actually sat down. his stomach gurgled and stirred. once, again. and it made sound that, sounded pretty much identical to that, of a dying whale. and he knew that, this was it. he knew that, he was about to let loose. any second, or any minute, now. and he knew this, and he knew that. in fact… he was well aware of it. that’s how badly he had to poop. and that’s how badly he needed to go. and how badly he had to go. and he knew that, he had to go A.S.A.P. or things were going to get messy. they really were. things were going to get so, so, messy. if, he didn’t go, now. and if, he didn’t act now. like right this second!!!

The bathroom was only across the the living room, the bathroom was only across the apartment. and across from where he was sat, and across from where he was sitting. in theory, he should be able to make it. he really should. he should be able to make without any problems and without any issues. and he should be able to get up from where he was sat. walk across the living room, and walk across the apartment. walk into the bathroom, use the toilet, and do what he needed to do, and do his business. right? yes, yes he should. he should just be able to, just get up from where he was sat, walk across the living room, walk across the apartment. Walk into the bathroom. use the toilet, and do what he needed to do. and do his business. it wasn’t that, hard. was it? no, no it wasn’t. it wasn’t that, hard, at all. really. now, that he comes to think of it. and now that, he thinks about it. it wasn’t really that, hard, at all. in fact… if anything, it was the exact opposite. and it was the exact opposite of that, and it was the exact opposite from being hard. or complicated. and it wasn’t really all that, hard. or complicated, at all. because, the plan that, he had. and the plan that, was in his head. and in his mind. was fairly easy, and fairly simple. and fairly straightforward. because, all he had to do was:get up from where he was sat. walk across the living room, walk across the apartment. walk into the bathroom, and do what he needed to do. and do his business. and all he need led to do was:get up from where he was sat. walk across the living room, walk across the apartment. walk into the bathroom, and do what he needed to do. and do his business. and that, and then, he could just could just relax. and then, he could stop worry so much, and he could stop feeling so anxious. and he could just take a breather, and he could just take a deep breath. and breathe in and out. a couple of times, if needed. is well. and then, he could just get on with his life, and then, go about the rest of his day. like he normally did. or like he normally would. and stop all this pointless worrying, and all this pointless anxiety. which, he knew that, was going to get him, absolutely nowhere. it really was. it was going to get him absolutely nowhere, and it was going to get him, nowhere, fast. at that. So yeah… he could definitely could stop at this pointless worrying, and he definitely could stop all this pointless anxiety. and stop feeling so edge, he really could. he could stop feeling so, so, on edge. and he could just be calm, again. and he could just relax, again. like he was doing before, all of this started. and like he was doing before, all of this happened. it sound it like a plan. it really did. it sounded like a perfectly, etched. laid out. plan. that was clear and concise. and that, was fairly easy. and fairly simple, and fairly straightforward. all he had to do is, and all he had to was on his part, and on his behalf was:get up from where he was sat. walk across the living room, walk across the apartment, walk into the bathroom. Use the toilet, and do what he needed to do. and do his business. that is it, that was it. those exact things, in that exact order. and he would be fine, he really would. he was fine. and nothing other than, this. and other than, that. and other than, fine. and then, he could calm down, and he could relax, again. yes, that definitely sounded like a fine, plan. indeed. nothing more than, that. and nothing less than, that. a top-notch plan, indefinitely…

So… yes, in theory. he should be able to make it, and he should be able to get there, and get to where he needs to go. and use the toilet, and do what he needs to do, and do his business, without a hitch. he really should. he he should be able to make it, and he should be able to get there, and get to where he needs to go. and use the toilet, and do what he needs to do, and do his business, without a single hitch, indeed. however, he has a plan, and that’s his plan, but, even though, he has a set plan. and he has a plan, in place. his bowels might have a different plan, and his bowels might have a totally different idea, and they might deviate from the plan that, he had. and the plan that, he had set. and the plan that, he had. in place. that’s sure… they might have a have different plan, and a totally different idea, entirely. that’s for certain…

“I’m just going to go, to the bathroom?” Ross said rather quickly, his voice full of anxiety and nervous due to the fact that, he had to poop really badly. and he had to evacuate all the waste from his body.

Joey and Chandler both nodded.
”Ok, man” they both said in unison, 

And with that. Ross stood up from where he was sat. and he stood up slowly but, also cautiously. trying his best not to soil himself, as he stood. and as he stood up, but, that’s when, his bowels had decided to go against him, and then, that was the moment that, all hell had decided to break loose. and everything that, everything had been held in, Like all of his waste from his body. that, he had held in, and that, he had been holding back, for the past few days or so. because, he had been backed up, and he had been severely constipated. they had decided that, now was the best time for all of this, and for all of that to come out, and to come out of his body. because, it had been held in for so long. it really had. it had been held in for so, so, long. that, it was actually, kind of relief to relieve it, and get it out, and get it out of his body, at long last. because, of being backed up, and constipated for so long. and not being able to have a proper bowel movement, and evacuate his bowels like, he needed to. or like he wanted to, or like he had to do. so yeah… it was actually, a huge relief to relieve it, and finally get all of that poop out. and to finally get all of that, poop out of his body, after it had been in his bowels, for the last four days, it really was. it was such a huge relief…

After a few seconds. he couldn’t hold it in, any longer. he lost control of his bowels, and he emptied his bowels into his underwear. at first it came out in little chunks, and then, it came out through, a series of awful but, also incredibly painful wet farts. and then, it pretty much just poured out of him. like water out of a tap, or water running down a waterfall. and that’s kind of how it went for a while, with it pretty much just pouring out of him, and there was no way to stop it. or prevent it from happening. there really wasn’t, there was no way to stop it. or prevent it from happening, at all. so… he kind of just had to go with it, and he just kind of had to roll with it, and he just had to let his bowels do their thing, and do what so desperately needed doing, and do what so desperately needed to be done. and just let it all come out, and just let it all pour out. because, it was easier than, fighting it, and fighting it off. which…. Was pretty much impossible to do anyway, it really was. it was so, so, impossible to fight it, and fight it off. so… he just went with, it. and he just rolled with it, and he just let it all come out, and he just let it all pour out of him. whether he liked it, or not. whether he wanted it to happen, or not. he just let his bowels do their thing, and he just let it all come out and he just let it all pour of him. which… to be honest, and if, he were being honest. it felt kind of good to release it, and to release, all of it. it really did. it felt so, so, good to release it, and to release, all of it. so, so, good. Ross whined, groaned and winced. as his bodily waste continued to pour out of him. after a seconds, his breath hitched in his throat, and a few rogue tears slipped down his cheek. as his mess poured out of, him at a rapid pace. with, no way to stop it, and with, no way to prevent it. and prevent what was going on, and prevent what was happening to him. and he felt like he was losing control, he really did. he felt like he was completely losing control, and there was no way to stop it, and stop what was going on, and what was happening. it was like the wheels were spinning, and he was going nowhere. he really did. his wheels were spinning at full speed, and full power. and there was no way to stop it. or to slow it down. there really wasn’t. there was no way to stop it. or to slow it down, at all. and if, he was being honest, and he is. and he was:It was terrifying. it really was. it was absolutely fucking terrifying. and he didn’t know what to do. he really didn’t, he didn’t know what to do, at all. and it scared it him. it really did. it scared him so, so, much. because, he had zero control over the whole thing, and zero control over the situation, and what was going on, and what was happening to him. and he felt like this was all a really bad dream, and this was all a really bad nightmare. that, he was going to wake up from, at any second. at any minute. and all of what was going on, and what was happening to him. had all been nothing more than, a dream. it really had. it had all been nothing more than, a really bad dream. or should he say nightmare. yes, that sounds like a better word, and a better choice of a word nightmare. a really bad terrifying, anxiety inducing. nightmare…

Unable to fully take in, and comprehend what was going on, and what was happening in front of them. the both of them just looked straight ahead and they both just looked over at Ross, they both smiled sadly, and their eyes were full of shock, sympathy, empathy and concern. for their best friend who, was stood, and stuck in a awkward and uncomfortable position. as he continued to uncontrollably mess himself, and mess his pants. 

Unable to just stand by, and do absolutely nothing while, his best friend uncontrollably messed himself, and messed his pants. Joey sighed sadly before, he stood up from where he was sat, and he walked over to where Ross was.

”Sssh, sssh, it’s okay, buddy” he said his voice full of reassurance but, also sympathy at the same time as he gently rubbed circles into Ross back soothingly “it’s okay, it’s alright. just let it out. yeah? that’s it, just let it go. and just let it all out, ok?”’ he said.

This is great, he thought. this is just great. he thought, sarcastically. Joey was treating him like a child. he really was. he was treating him so, so, much like a child. and he wasn’t treating him like an adult. or like a grown man, at all. which… if, he was going to be honest about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. it kind of annoyed him, and it kind of frustrated him. because, he was being treated younger than, his years. and he was being treated younger than, he actually was. and he wasn’t being treated like the adult. or like the grown man was. and Instead, he was being treated like a child who didn’t quite make it to the bathroom on time, and because, of this. and because of that. they ended up soiling themselves, and they ended up messing their pants. which enraged him. it really did. it enraged him to high heaven. because, Joey was treating him like he was infantile. he really was. he was treating so, so, much like he was infantile. and he wasn’t infantile, at all. he was an adult, and he was grown man. and he shouldn’t be treated like this, and he shouldn’t be treated that, and he should be treated as such. Instead, he shouldn’t be treated like his actual age, and he should be treated like an adult, and like the grown man, he is. and like the grown man, he was. should, he not? yes, yes, he should. he should be treated like his actual age, and he should be treated like an adult. and like the grown man, he is. and like the grown man, he was. and he should not be treated like he was infantile. or like he was a child. who didn’t quite make it to the bathroom on time, and they ended up soiling themselves, and messing their pants. because of this, and because of that. and because they couldn’t hold it anymore, and they ended up losing control of their bowels. and they ended up soiling themselves, and messing their pants. and yet, even though, he was an adult. and he was a grown man. here, he is, and here he was. doing just that, messing himself. and messing his pants. like a child, or like a toddler. or like a baby, even. he was so disgusted with himself, and ashamed of himself, and also, ashamed, is well. because, this shouldn’t be happening, it really shouldn’t. this shouldn’t be happening, at all. because, he is an adult, and he is a grown man. and he shouldn’t be having accidents at his age, and he shouldn’t be messing himself, and messing his pants at his age. should he? no, no he shouldn’t. he shouldn’t be having accidents at his age, and he shouldn’t be messing himself, and messing his pants at his age, at all. and the fact that, he is. and the fact that, he was. and the fact that, he was doing just that, and he was messing himself, and messing his pants. like a child, or like a toddler. or like a baby. made him feel a whole slew of emotions. ranging from disgust, shame, embarrassment. mainly, at himself and towards himself. for doing something that, was so infantile and that, was so babyish, and for doing something that, a child, or an infant. or a baby would do. because, that is. something that, a child. or infant, or baby would do, isn’t it? yes, yes, it is. that is totally something that, a child. or infant, or baby would do. which is: soil themselves, and mess their diaper. or underwear. so… yeah… he was definitely disgusted, and ashamed, and embarrassed. at himself, and towards himself for, doing something that, a child. or an infant, or a baby would do. he really would. he was so, so, disgusted, ashamed, and embarrassed. at himself, and towards himself. for partaking in something that, was so infantile and something that, was so babyish, irrefutably. because, he was an adult, and he was a grown man. and he is 28 years old, and he should act like it, shouldn’t he? yes, yes, he should. he should act like it, and he should act his age, instead, of acting younger than, his years. and acting younger than, he actually was. and acting like a child. or a infant, or a baby, even. and, he should most definitely be acting his age, and acting like an adult, and acting like a grown man. and acting like he was 28 years old, instead of acting like he was: 6 years old, or 2 years old. or one year old. or probably even, younger than, that. even… yes, yes he should. most definitely…

But, even so. even though, he was disgusted, and ashamed, and embarrassed with himself, and at himself, and also towards himself. and he was annoyed, and frustrated with, Joey. because, he was treating him so infantile, and he was treating him like he was a child, or he was an infant. or he was a baby, even. he had to admit that, the fact that… Joey was being so kind, and sympathetic, and empathetic and understanding about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and not making him feel bad about what he was doing, and the fact that, he was soiling himself, and he was messing his pants. it did make him feel better about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about what he was doing. Mainly, because, it showed that, he wasn’t mad, or angry. or frustrated at Ross. for what he was doing, and for the fact that, he was messing himself, and messing his pants. and instead, he was more sympathetic, concerned and understanding about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about the fact that, he was having an accident and he was messing himself, and he was messing his pants. which… if, he was being honest. and he is, and he was:it was not what, he had expected. it really wasn’t. it was not what, he had expected, at all. because, he had expected Chandler and Joey, to both be angry, and to both be annoyed. and to be frustrated. with him, about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about the fact, he was messing himself and he was messing his pants. but, no. he wasn’t any of those things, and he didn’t feel any of those things. or any of those emotions, at all. if anything… it was the exact opposite of that. they were both the exact opposite of that, and the exact opposite of what he had expected them to be. or he had expected them to act like, and to be like: and they were so kind, so sympathetic, so empathetic and so understanding. about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about the fact that, he was messing himself, and he was messing his pants. which… was so reassuring. it really was. it was so, so, reassuring. to know that, because, Chandler and Joey weren't angry with him. or annoyed with him. or frustrated with him. about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about the fact that, he was messing himself, and messing his pants. and it reassured him about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about what he was doing, and the fact that, he was messing himself, and messing his pants. like a child, or like an infant. or like a baby. even. it really did. it made reassured him so, so, much about the whole thing. and about the whole situation. and about what he was doing. and the fact that, he was messing himself, and messing his pants. like a child, or like an infant. or like a baby. and that, made him feel so much better about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and about what he was doing, and about the fact that, he was messing himself, and he was messing his pants. like a child, or like a infant, or like a baby. because, he was afraid that, they were going to judge him. or they were going to be critical of him, or they were going to angry, or they were going to get annoyed. or frustrated with him. and he was afraid that, they were both going to feel angry, and annoyed. and frustrated with him, and with him over about, the whole thing. and about the whole situation. and about what he was doing, and the fact that, he was messing himself, and he was messing his pants.

But no… they didn’t judge him. and they weren’t critical of him, and they didn’t get angry, and annoyed and frustrated with him, about what he was doing, and over the fact that, he was messing himself. and he was messing his pants. if anything… it was the exact opposite of that, and they were both kind, sympathetic, empathetic and understanding. about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. they really were. they were both just kind, sympathetic, empathetic and understanding about the whole thing, and about the whole situation. nothing other than, kindness. sympathy, empathy and understanding. well… all of this, and all of that. and all of these things. but… there was also some sweet, wholesome love, is well. there really was… there was just some, plain ol’ regular, sweet wholesome love… in a friendly, and platonic way…. plain ol’ regular, sweet, wholesomeness love…

After a couple of minutes. also, unable to just stand by, and do absolutely nothing while, he watch as his best friend mess himself, uncontrollably. Chandler stood up from where he was sat, and he walked over to where Joey and Ross were. Joey and Chandler moved slightly, from their previous positions. and they went over and they stood either, side of Ross. and they both placed their hands on Ross’s lower left, and lower right arm. and they slowly but, carefully lowered him to the floor. where, they put him into a squatting like, position. Ross whined loudly, and he grunted rather painfully. as he continued to mess himself. his boxers and seat of his trousers, expanding more and more. and they got bigger and bigger, and wider and wider. as his fecal matter continued to empty into, his underwear. which, by now. was already filled to the brim with, his faeces. after a few seconds, the air started to fill with, the malodorous smell of his fecal matter.
“Yeah, it’s okay, man” Chandler said his voice also full of reassurance but, also sympathy as he started to gently rub circles into Ross’s upper back/shoulder “it’s okay, it’s alright. just let it go, yeah? just let it all go, and just let it all out, yeah?” he said “you’ll feel so much better when, you do. you really will, you’ll feel so, so, much better when, you let it all go. and when, you let it all out, yeah?” he said.

Ross, continued to whine. sob, and grunt rather painfully. his faecal matter, making his butt hurt, intensely. as he carried on emptying his bowels into his already full boxers. yet, though. it hurt to come out, it felt so fucking good to release. and it felt so ducking good to get it out. it really did, it felt so, so, fucking good to release. and it felt so, so, fucking good to get out. even if… it did hurt a little bit, and even if, it did hurt a lot. it still felt good to release it, and it still felt good to get it out. it felt immensely good, even. his pristine snow, white boxers. and his beige coloured trousers that, he was wearing. were pretty much ruined, by then. and were pretty much ruined by, this point. and there was no salvaging them, as they were completely irreparable. and could no longer be saved, sadly. due to how stained they were, because, the backs of both of them. both, had a really, really, massive horrendous brown-ish coloured stain on them.

After a few minutes. he had stopped emptying his bowels and the terrible messing had come to an end. Ross was a mess, he really was. Ross was an absolute mess. he was a complete wreck, even. mainly, from shame and embarrassment of the whole thing, and about the whole situation. and the fact that, he had messed himself, and he had messed his pants. only seconds, or minutes prior to this, and prior to that. but, he had also, been crying. is well, because, he had been pushing all the waste out of his body. tears cascaded down his cheeks, and snot streamed out of his nose, and down his face. along with, all of the tears that, were currently falling. or that, had previously fallen. prior to this, and prior to that. as he continued to cry, hysterically. from shear sadness and devastation over what he had done, and over what had happened.

Chandler and Joey both continued to rub circles into his back, soothingly. trying to provide him with, some comfort. and trying their best to calm him down, because, he was currently inconsolable. because, of what he had done. and because, of what had happened. and because, the fact that, he had lost control and he had messed himself, and messed his pants, uncontrollably. so yeah… they were both trying their best to provide him with, some comfort. and trying their best to calm him down. because, he was devastated, he really was. he was absolutely devastated. and he was practically in pieces. over this, and over that. and over what he had done. and over what had happened. he really was. which… was understandable. it really was. it was so, so, understandable. that, he would be devastated over something like this, and over something like that. and over something like messing himself, and messing his pants. it really was. it was perfectly understandable, indeed…

“Sssh, sssh, it’s okay, buddy” Chandler said his voice full of reassurance but, also sympathy at the same time. as he continued to gently rub circles into Ross’s back soothingly “it’s okay, it’s alright. everyone has accidents, sometimes. even adults…” he said.

Ross didn’t say anything, just continued to sob, hysterically. as tears continued to roll down his cheeks, and snot continued to run down his face, rapidly. 

“Yeah, it’s okay, man” Joey said his voice also full of reassurance but, also sympathy at the same time, as he also continued to gently rub circles into Ross’s back “everyone has accidents from time to time, ok? they really do. everyone has accidents every, now and then. so… just because, you had an accident, and just because you messed yourself. it isn’t the end of the world, ok? it really isn’t. it isn’t the end of the world, at all. because, this has happened to everyone, at one point. or another. ok buddy? so… there is nothing to be ashamed about, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. because, this kind of thing happens to everyone, and everyone has accidents. or everyone has had an accident or two. at one point. or another. okay, buddy?” he said “so… there is definitely nothing to be ashamed about. or nothing to be embarrassed about, there really isn’t. there’s nothing to be ashamed about, and nothing to be embarrassed about, at all. ok?” he said.

Ross still didn’t say anything. just continued to sob, hysterically. tears roll down his cheeks, steadily. and snot just running down his face, at a rapid pace.

They stayed like that for a while. Chandler and Joey just continuing to gently rub circles into Ross back, soothingly. while, he just clung to Chandler and Joey, while, they both just continued to murmur comforting yet, reassuring things into his ear. and they repeatedly, kept telling him and reassuring him that, it was just an accident and that, everybody has them, or everyone has had at least, one or two. during their life. and during their time. and it was nothing to be ashamed. or to be embarrassed about. and that, it was completely normal, and a completely natural thing to do. as Ross just continued to cling to his two best friends, and he just cried and cried.

After a while, Ross’s sobs had subsided. and his breathing had returned to normal. Ross’s underwear and trousers were now, sagging. and they wet, damp and dirty. and they covered in his own waste. the smell of his waste was awful, and it smelt absolutely putrid. his waste was pressed up, against his butt. and it mushed up against, his butt. and it just clung and stuck to his skin, uncomfortably. and it made him feel rather distressed, anxious and uncomfortable. it really did. it made him feel so, so, distressed, anxious and uncomfortable. because, it was just pressed up against his butt, and it was just mushed up against his skin. and it just clung and stuck to his bottom.

uncomfortably. because, his bottom was absolutely covered in it. it really was. his bottom was just absolutely covered in it. and covered in his waste. mind you… the fact that, he was still sitting in it. and he just carried on sitting in it, didn’t really help all that, much, either. it really didn’t. it didn’t really help all that much, at all. if anything… it just made things even worse, and it just made matters even, worse. and it just made him feel really distressed, and anxious, and just downright miserable. it really did. it just made him feel so, so, distressed. and anxious and just downright miserable. without a doubt. it really did. without a single doubt. so much so, the feeling of it. and the feeling of that, and the general feeling of his waste clinging and sticking to his butt. unbearably and uncomfortably. just Stressed him out. it really did. it just stressed him out so, so, much. because, it was a feeling like no other. and it was a sensation like no other, and it just overwhelmed his senses. it really did. it just overwhelmed his senses so much. to the point, it was all he could of, and it was all he could think about. he couldn’t think of anything else, or anything other than this, and other than that. he really couldn’t. he couldn’t he couldn’t think of anything else, or anything other than this, and other than that, at all. because, all he could think of, and all he could think about was his waste pressing up, and mushing up against his butt, unbearably and also, uncomfortably. it was just this, just that. and nothing else other than, this. and nothing else other that. it was just sorely this, and it was just sorely that. and it was nothing else except this, and nothing else, except that….

Once, Ross had completely calmed down. and he was sound, again. or well… more sound then, he was before. and more sound than, he had been previously. anyway… Chandler and Joey between them slowly but, carefully helped Ross up into a standing position, they helped him over to the bathroom. and they both helped him clean up, and clean up his mess.