A well accumulated warm stream of glittery yellow flowed from his dark brown flacid penis. The stream hit the surface water of the toilet and emitted the distinctive booming sound of those two liquids every time they met. Scott was also in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Conversation seemed to come to a halt the moment the two waters started clashing. Small conversation seemed inappropriate when urine was in the equation. Scott thought this might not be the case if he could be in similar circumstances and ease the tension via neutral territory. He walked up to the toilet that Nyan was still hurriedly pissing into and proposed a swordfight. Nyan shrieked and palmed Scott away with his spare hand, holding the flow of urine with the other as he turned toward the wall to avoid Scott seeing his penis. Scott realised that perhaps swordfights have a time and a place. A bathroom conversation with his exchage student flatmate on his second night in the house was not one of them.