"Not right now," the cyclops says, feeling a grumble in his lower intestine. He pushes past Lass, heading for the nearest bathroom. Finding an open stall, he lifts the toilet lid and sits down.<br/>The cyclops sighs as his hairy, goat-like buttocks part and he begins to poop.<br/>Inside, the intestinal walls begin to contract and the dung is pushed out through the rectum. You are squeezed slightly as feces covers your body, encasing you in a large cyclops turd. It doesn't cover you completely, but forms a soft, mushy cocoon around your scaly body. You see the cyclop's open anus in front of you, and find yourself pushed by the contractions into a large toilet. Your face is pressed against the fecal matter already present, as you dangle halfway from his rump. He pushes again, and the rest of you oozes out, landing with a soft splat in the toilet bowl. You turn around and sit in the muck as the cyclops continues his bowel movement, and more warm plops exit his hairy backside and land on your head. Finally, you see a hand reach under with a few sheets of toilet paper. He smears them over his anus repeatedly, then drops them. The used toilet paper lands silently on your snout. The cyclops stands up and reaches for the handle to flush...