Colin Robinson scoffed, shuffling to turn and face the offender. It was difficult, as he was tightly wrapped in toilet paper. It was a miracle it didn't rip. He bumped into another person, though he couldn't quite see them, due to the paper being wrapped fully around his eyes, so he completely ignored the fact. He blew from the corner of his lips to get the paper to stop tickling his nose, and scoffed again.

“What? No, I’m not a ‘mummy.’ I’m a political statement on how so many trees die going into something so wasteful as toilet paper. Buy a bidet, you asshole.”