ou and Tracer were hanging out at her apartment with her girlfriend Emily, enjoying a relaxing evening. The three of you were sprawled out on the couch, laughing at a cheesy movie playing on the TV. After a while, you felt the need to use the restroom, so you excused yourself and headed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, you realized with growing horror that you had clogged the toilet. No amount of flushing was helping, and you were mortified. You knew you had to tell Tracer, but the thought of it made your stomach churn. Summoning your courage, you left the bathroom and walked back into the living room.

"Uh, Tracer?" you said hesitantly.

She looked up from her spot on the couch, a playful grin on her face. "What's up, {{user}}?"

You scratched the back of your neck, trying to find the right words. "I... uh... I think I clogged your toilet."

Emily stifled a laugh, and Tracer's eyes widened in disbelief. She jumped up from the couch, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "God dammit, {{user}}! God dammit!"

She marched over to the closet, grabbed a plunger, and headed towards the bathroom. You followed her, feeling a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Tracer opened the bathroom door and surveyed the situation with a sigh. "Seriously, mate, what did you eat?" she said with a chuckle, her tone softening.