text: > Look around
  Bathroom of the Meatpacking Plant  (Chris Jones) (in the stall)
  You're inside the bathroom stall, which is one of those big accessible ones. There's a surprisingly clean porcelain toilet sitting invitingly in the center of the stall, with some toilet water in the open bowl.
  
  Unfortunately it looks like some jackass has removed and run off with the flush handle dealie that one normally uses to flush a toilet, and you can't see a lid on the tank, so the toilet looks out of commission at the moment unless you can find a way to address that.
  
  Next to the toilet, there's one of those grab bars set into the wall. Next to that, there's a little door to what appears to be a janitor's closet, if the word "Janitor" on the door is any indication. Next to that, there's a medicine cabinet. And all around those things
  are graffiti. Just tons and tons of graffiti.
  
  You can see a pentagram edge on the floor just outside the stall here.
  
  > look at the toilet
  A standard porcelain commode. Suspiciously clean for a meatpacking plant bathroom, although it's probably covered in a thin layer of invisible meat debris like everything else in this plant. The bowl is open, containing some toilet water. It appears that the toilet is currently unflushable due to the fact that some obnoxious fuck ran off with the flush handle. Also, there is a sign taped to the toilet that has printed on it: "Caution! Danger! Subatomic structure of toilet EXTREMELY compromised! Localized failure of the strong nuclear force may occur! Use is unadvised! -maintenance, and then farther down
  on the sign in a different hand: "RIP JON I TOLD YOU NOT TO SHIT HERE!". Troubling signage, to say the least.
  
  > examine the graffiti
  There's a giant ham drawn in sharpie dominating one wall of the stall, with the words "That's a big ham!" right underneath it in bic
  pen. A couple of lightning bolts, some swastikas made of dicks, and a scrawl near the toilet that says "Help the toilet is pulling me in
  by the ass and I can't hold on any more tell my wife I lo" with
  just a long squiggle at the end leading down to the toilet bowl after that. Buncha' jokers in this meatpacking plant, that's for sure.
  
  > Go outside
  Bathroom of the Meatpacking Plant  (Chris Jones)
  This is a perfectly normal bathroom. There's a bathroom stall (which has some graffiti written on it), a urinal, a sink with a mirror over it, and even a shower for those days at work when meat debris happens. Perfectly normal bathroom.
  
  You can see a pentagram on the floor here.
  
  > examine the pentagram
  Just your run of the mill pentagram. About six feet across, artfully carved into the floor. You know. Perfectly normal pentagam. Perfectly normal bathroom.
  
  > examine the sink
  A perfectly normal stainless steel sink set into wall below the mirror. Looking at it reminds you of how much awful and/or weird stuff you've been touching with your bare hands, recently. And how covered in other peoples' germs you must be at this point. There's a tap on the back with a handle that turns on the water. Just above that tap handle, someone has scrawled the words "Stop Shitting In The
  Sink" with a marker.
  
  Okay maybe not the *best* sink to wash your hands in, but a sink nontheless and they're in short supply in this town.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  a real weird handwritten note you found in the back of a vintage
  issue of Juggs Magazine
  a vintage issue of Juggs Magazine
  a bloodstained witch-knife
  a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
  a rad wizard lighter
  a candle shaped like a human hand (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a copper amulet (being worn)
  an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn)
  a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a calfskin coat (being worn)
  a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a pair of reading glasses (being worn)
  a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a book list (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a FFFFFFFF punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 923647F1 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a C353F128 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 0B46E931 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an AE9B711D punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 00A02209 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a blank punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  the Journal of Edwin Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an Isole Perdute (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Lettera Segreta (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Prurito Notturno (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Piccoli Uomini Blu (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open)
  a jar of old keys (open)
  a splintery wooden key
  an ornate bronze key
  a frosty blue key
  an intricately folded origami key
  a silver and ivory key
  a jar of screws (open but empty)
  a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a scrap of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a snowglobe (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a shard (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a spray bottle that used to contain fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of stone earplugs (being worn)
  a trolley pass (being worn)
  a Jansport backpack (being worn and open)
  a hidden pocket (open but empty)
  a key pocket (closed)
  a book pocket (closed)
  a side pocket (closed)
  a trash pocket (closed)
  a gold jacket (being worn)
  a giant milkweed leaf (being worn as a mask)
  
  > turn the knob
  You unscrew the single shower knob and take it with you. Now the meat-stained workers of this plant will never be clean.
  
  Right after you take the knob, a horrific banging sound starts up in the pipes. A wet, sloshing banging noise, like a bunch of hams were being tossed about in a washing machine. You remember your Uncle (the plumber, not the one that went to prison) telling you that pipes in buildings would do this sometimes when the air gaps were backed up. But then he also told you to always keep a bucket in your car to shit into "just in case there's no toilet all of a sudden". Whatever that meant. So who knows.