>"Good merchant Vama, wait! I would have words with thee."
>"Yea, Kabada. What wouldst thou?"
>"It is difficult to find the words I would have with thee. But they do concern a certain state of affairs which hath aroused considerable sentiment on the parts of thy various adjacent neighbors."
>"Oh? Speak on then."
>"Concerning the atmosphere..."
>"The atmosphere?"
>"The winds and breezes, perhaps..."
>"Winds? Breezes?"
>"And the things they bear."
>"Things? Such as...?"
>"Odors, good Vama."
>"Odors? What odors?"
>"Odors of—well, odors of—of fecal matter."
>"Of...? Oh! Yes. True. True enough. There may be a few such. I had forgotten, having grown used to them."
>"Might I inquire as to their cause?"
>"They are caused by the product of defecation, Kabada."
>"Of this I am aware. I meant to make inquiry as to why they are present, rather than their source and nature."
>"They are present because of the buckets in my back room, which are filled with such items."
>"Oh?"
>"Yes. I have been saving the products of my family in this manner. I have been doing this for the past eight days."
>"Against what use, worthy Vama?"
>"Hast thou not heard of a thing, a wondrous thing, a thing into which these items are discharged—into water—and then a lever pulled, and then, with a mighty rushing sound, these things are borne away, far beneath the ground?"
>"I have heard some talk of such..."
>"Oh, 'tis true, 'tis true. There is such a thing. It has but recently been invented by one whom I should not name, and it involves great pipes and a seat without a bottom, or a top, really. It is the most wonderful discovery of the age—and I will have me one within a matter of moons!"
>"Thou? Such a thing?"
>"Yea. It shall be installed in the small room I have built onto the back of my home. I may even give a dinner that night and permit all my neighbors to take use of it."
>"This is indeed wondrous—and thou generous."
>"I feel so."
>"But—of the—smells...?"
>"They are caused by the buckets of items, which I am preserving against the installation of this thing."
>"Why?"
>"I should rather have it on my karmic record that this thing was used for these items beginning with eight days ago, rather than several moons from now. It will show my rapid advancement in life."
>"Ah! I see now the wisdom of thy ways, Vama. I did not wish it to appear that we stood in the way of any man who seeks to better himself. Forgive me if I gave this impression."
>"Thou art forgiven."

literal poo in the loo joke, amazing