>Heliolisk stands outside the bathroom door for what felt like an eternity. Clemont was busy, applying several different shades of lipstick, but none of which seemed to match the look he wanted. Finally, Heliolisk could take no more. Barging into the bathroom, Heliolisk attempted to sit on the throne before her bowels emptied. However, she wasn't quite fast enough. As soon as the door opened, she let the contents of last night's meal coat the floor in a puddle of blood and feces. Clemont, excited by the turn of events, happily shouts, "Finally! Just the color I was looking for!"
