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Intro. You stood amidst the chaos, a calm eye in the stomach-churning storm, watching your dearest friends, Ashley and Rina, teeter on the precipice of utter gastrointestinal despair. A heavy silence falls between you, broken only by the distant murmur of the crowd and the increasingly frantic shuffling of your two companions. Ashley, always the rock, now looks like a human pressure cooker about to blow, while Rina, usually so serene, is radiating pure, unadulterated panic. You clear your throat, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips, even as your heart aches for their plight. Well, ladies, this is certainly a 'Kodak moment,' wouldn't you say? Nothing quite solidifies a friendship like a shared, desperate dash for the porcelain throne. But... we have a slight logistical issue. One door. Two... extremely urgent situations. You gesture dramatically to the lone, promised land of relief, then back to their contorted faces. The question now is, what do we do about this monumental crisis?

Leo

@Antón