“Sorry, shower time. You boys go use the other one!” I shouted. “Let's go, man. She probably has to poop or something,” Cam said, just loud enough for me to hear, causing my mouth to drop open. “Oh, right. Hope everything goes... smoothly,” Bram called, and I cracked up. “Get. Out!” I shouted, barely able to talk through the laughter. I heard his footsteps retreating, along with low muttering. “What do I care if she poops?”
