I find the bathroom, close the door, turn on the light and ... GAH!
The room is covered in mirrors. I don't mean a mirror above the sink and one on the door, I mean the room is literally wallpapered with mirrors, floor to ceiling, up and down and around. You cannot turn anywhere and not see yourself from every angle possible.
In shock, I feel my way around Mr. Poopy's Funhouse for the toilet that's actually a toilet and not an illusion. A couple of dead ends later I find the thing, sit down and am confronted by an infinity of mirror images of myself on the throne.
Needless to say that's the moment my bladder locked, my urethra slammed shut and there was no joy in Tinkle Town that day, my friends.
I encourage you read the whole entry, which was too long to quote here, but absolutely hilarious.