"Oh, don't even start with me because I swear to God I will..." Liz slips on the water gushing all over the floor. When she falls right on her ass, the water starts to hiss and boil around her fingers. Liz Sherman is sitting in blue toilet water. It may well be the end of life as we know it. "GROSS!" Her shouting echoes off every single tile in the restroom.

She grabs a stale partition to try and right herself so she can properly kick the hell out of whoever is being so damn selfish that they would deny a pregnant, depressed, generally over emotional firestarter the right to pee first.

The comment about world populating throws Liz before she can start throwing punches. "Alisa?"