When the rumbling started I sprinted down the hallway and made it to the bathroom just in time for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to stampede from my backside, laying waste to my home's septic system and my will to live.
You know what, I concede. When you're right, you're right. I'm pretty sure that is right before the section about HIPPO violations and after the one after Jesus parting the Red Sea.