The Law stands before a nondescript full bath. For months, its serviceable but bland interior has tormented JLlo like Cthulhu rising from the Mountains of Madness. Determined not to allow such horror of horrors to drag his beloved into the depths of insanity, The Law has gathered his tools and stands at the threshold of the Guest Bathroom. He is a man on the brink.
The Law: It is demolition day, Guest Bathroom. I have come to tear down your perfectly functional facade and rip out your living guts!
Guest Bathroom: (silence)
Law: Yes, you heard me. I am man! I am the product of millions of years of evolution. Time and heat and light have transformed what was once a mere speck of loose nucleotides into a living, breathing, thinking (and most dangerous for you, Bathroom) TOOL WIELDING APEX PREDATOR!
|Like this, but with a crowbar...|
Law: Then so be it, Bathroom.
The Law heaves his crowbar and cracks his first tile. The feeling of porcelain breaking beneath his his crowbar is invigorating. His morale swells and he brings a sledgehammer and chisel to bear against ten more repugnant tiles.
Law: Ha Ha, Bathroom, your tile breaks before my might. How could I have ever been intimidated by you? You are weak. Watch as I crush you with my bare hands!
|Take that, Tile!|
The Law picks up the tempo. He is a tornado of tools and dust and tile fragments. After a while he begins to slow. He has been working for hours, but has barely made a dent in the demolition. It seems as if for every tile he smashes and removes, the Bathroom regenerates two more in its place. All the while, the thick tile dust fills the room. The Law continues to swing his hammer, but each stroke is slower and slower as the dust bogs down everything.
|Pictured: Two weeks worth of demolition.|
Law: Hack! Cough! Bathroom, your dust chokes me and blinds me! I can no longer see whether my hammer blows strike true. It this a tile or my thumb? Swings hammer. OUCH! It is my thumb! The Law sinks to his knees, barely visible in the dust cloud swirling around him. Bathroom! Bathroom! You knew all along, didn't you? You knew the traps and snares you hid just below the surface. I curse you. I curse your tile. I curse your fixtures. Most of all I curse you dated appearance, which first drew me into this maw of dust and despair
Law: (drawing on his last strength) No. I will not be defeated by this mockery of good taste and modern styling. I must fight on. Although my spirit has been choked by the dust and gloom, the husk of my former self must rise and swing the hammer once more. The Law shakily gets to one knee and then finally... barely... he stands! The hammer swings again! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! One by one, the remaining tiles shatter and fall to the floor where The Law listlessly gathers their remnants and removes them to the dumpster. He is no longer a man on a mission, he is merely a man going through the motions to survive.
JLlo: (from the comfort of the livingroom) Honey? What's taking so long? On HGTV the demolition segment only takes a few minutes and one commercial break. Are you sure you're working as efficiently as possible?