I'm so stupid, Paul thought, face-palming. How did I not think of this?

"Have you come up with an idea yet?" Ringo asked with feigned politeness.

"Give me a few seconds," Paul said, eyes closed.

"You could ask Linda to get you the key," Ringo suggested.

"No, we're supposed to go all weekend without detaching from each other."

"Oh, okay. I guess we'll just stand here then." Ringo didn't sound even a tiny bit annoyed, just amused. Amused that Paul had to use the restroom but had too much pride to go with Ringo handcuffed to him.

"I really have to go!"

"Well, go! Just go, man, just go."

"You'd be standing right there!"

"That can't be helped, can it?" Ringo said, leafing from a magazine. "It was your idea, after all, to do this."

They sat there in the living room for fifteen more minutes in silence. Paul listened the grandfather clock and suddenly couldn't help but think of dripping water. He crossed his legs and bounced his feet. Ringo started whistling, still leafing through his magazine, happy as a bloody lark.

"Oh, listen to this interesting article about waterfalls," Ringo began, but Paul stopped him before he could go on.

"Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Go to the bathroom."

"You sure you don't want to listen to the waterfall article first?" Ringo asked innocently.

"No!" Paul growled, standing up, pulling Ringo up from the sofa with him. From her bed, Martha lifted her head and looked at them expectantly. Her little tail wiggled back and forth, and she decided to stand up and follow them down the hall to the bathroom.

Paul pushed the door open and flipped on the light. He stared at the lovely, white porcelain toilet before him and found he had to go even more. He hurried over to it and lifted the lid.

"Ringo, look at the wall."

"This isn't awkward at all."

"Just look at the bleeding wall!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Don't say anything either."

"All right!"

Paul snuck one last look at Ringo, who had averted his gaze to the tiled wall, before unzipping his trousers. He tried to ignore that Ringo's hand, which seemed a little too close. He stood there for a few moments, nothing happening.

"I thought you had to go," Ringo said, starting to look back over at him.

"Don't you dare look away from the wall!"

Ringo's head jerked back to the wall.

"Just give it a minute . . . "

Ringo started whistling "Norwegian Wood" for some reason, which really interfered with Paul's concentration. He made it halfway through the song when Paul couldn't stand it anymore.

"Will you shut up?" Paul said. "I can't concentrate!"

"Apparently you don't have to go that badly if you aren't doing anything!" Ringo cried.

"Just give it a minute!" What felt like hours later, Paul finally was able to urinate and felt so relieved.

Ringo wrinkled his nose. "Have you been eating asparagus? That smells rancid!"

"Shut up," Paul mumbled, dragging Ringo to the sink so he could wash his hands. He squirted soap on his hands and began to rinse them under the water. Ringo's hand was right in the middle of things, so he decided to wash it as well, just for good measure.

Martha barked from the doorway of the bathroom, panting, obviously amused by the entire thing.

"She was watching too?" Paul exclaimed, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Yes, the entire world was watching you as you peed," Ringo said, rolling his eyes. "If you thought this was bad, going number two is going to be a nightmare."

Paul was silent for a few moments before exclaimed, "Oh, Richard! Why did you do that! Now I have that to think about!"

Ringo just smiled.