For just a bit of context before the story begins, I used to live in a relatively small dorm building isolated from rest of other dorms + campus. A freak took a nasty dump in the shower room that was unrealistically big, black and...brilliant. Apparently no one wanted to touch that thing and it sat there for a good few hours. Everyone on the floor was called into an emergency meeting at the lounge, but no one came forth to admit to birthing that beast. I was relieved even if that someone was lying. *Fast forward a few weeks, I had a craving for something to chow after a long day of studying and decided to hit up Late Night to grab a clam chowder. It was unusually busy that night. What do you know, they packed clam chowder into one of those shitty Chinese take out paper containers and it looked like container itself was dunked into the pot since it was so busy. I grabbed some napkins, spoon and hightailed out of there. When I returned to my dorm room, I did not want my soup to get too cold, so I got ready to eat. First, took my pants off just like any sane men would do when alone. I then tore the lid open and got clam chowder all over my hands. It was dripping, so I opened the door of my room to use a bathroom real quick. Since bathroom was unisex, people casually walked around in their underwear. As soon as the door flung open, two girls were walking up the stairway which was placed right in front of my dorm room. I had my hands spread like I'm holding a big bowl and it has white stick stuff all over it and my pants had left me a while ago. Needless to say, I did not have a single conversation with anyone on the floor that semester.