I sit down on the toilet to unload my bowels. The toilet explodes. A bomb had been placed there. The bomb was placed there by Hama. My thighs are blown away and my legs hang to my body by just a few strands of skin once covering the quads. My posterior, transformed into red mist, paints the walls.
Hama unlocks the door from the outside (she can do that). She pokes her head through the door.
"Gotcha!" she shouts with a grin.
I feel some mostly-digested food exit my intestines at a newly-created tear, and then I expire, my heart full of love for Hama.