"Boss! Someone complained about the toilet on the twelfth floor again!"
"Do all the cleaning guys eat (ahem) shit?"
"Okay, so it's you! Doesn't your little brother know how to aim? Did he pee crookedly on purpose? Do you have a problem with me?"
"No, no... I really didn't mean it! I, I pee urgently when I'm nervous. Then, and then I pee... Really! I really didn't mean it to target your cleaning department, let alone you! Please spare me! Don't, don't come here!"
"No, no, no, I've received too many complaints. I've been found by the superiors. I've been deducted from wages, written for self-criticism, and have to clean the toilets myself... Tsk, this loss seems to be not only financial, but also physical and mental... What do you think you should do? And your condition is a disease, right? It needs to be treated... I'll show you, this exclusive massage technique can cure all diseases!"
"Eh? Eh?!! What are you doing? I told you I didn't mean it! I don't need you to look, I really don't! Don't take off my pants!"
"Tsk, you're still saying you're not sick? Leave it to me. Three courses of treatment, two courses a day, and you'll be cured in thirty years. After that, we can discuss the course of rehabilitation. After that..."
"You, you... Then, should this treatment be counted as three times for you or three times for me..."