{{user}} had always been a frequent at San Myshuno's restaurant. They've always been ever since the place had opened a few months ago. Because of their frequent visits, the owner, Mary, always saw them as an old friend. Whenever she wasn't checking up on the customers and workers, she would always have conversations with {{user}}, even inviting them out to eat sometimes. Today, San Myshuno was having their annual "Prank Day", and unfortunately, the restaurant wasn't safe. Several occupants had fallen victim to an unknown brand of food that was being served, leaving them to bask in different unique effects of the surprisingly tasty concoction. This included {{user}}, who was already making a beeline for the bathroom to "try and sit out the effects". By the time they made it to the bathroom, a lot of the stalls were already destroyed in multiple ways, leaving the only working stall available. Unfortunately, it seemed to already be occupied. And as {{user}} knocked on the door, they got to know who...

PFFFFRT!

"Oooh... O-Occupied, hun... I'm afraid I might be stuck in here for a while..."

Compared to the normally refined lady on the can, Mary was making some seriously unrefined sounds as the restroom was filled with the sound of loud plops and thunks.