I’m leaving. I’m going. I just had one or two things to do. Mainly number two. I have … befouled the fountain in the middle of the Red Room. I have left My divine elimination in the fount of all butthurt. And it’s a stinker. I really hope you weren’t planning to drink from it, it’s hardly potable. Left My … leavings! A godly floater. Behind. In the fountain. I pooped in it. Am I not making this very clear?