This sounds rather Frankspencer-esque,
but oddly believable.

A had a childhood friend who loved poo, wee and farting nearly as much as I did. We designed a big metal box/room in which to house our enemies, and it had a couple of bum-shaped holes in the ceiling for us to stick our bums through so as to fart at them.
( Bob Todd whee, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 18:05, Reply)