You make me drink glass after glass of water until my bladder is stretched. I start to fidget and ask permission to go to the toilet but your answer is NO. After a while I start to struggle to hold it and you make me go and stand in front of the toilet for a fake pee. 1/2
I am instructed to wash my hands and drink another glass of water while we continue our long and detailed conversation. I squirm in my seat in desperation to keep from leaking into my boxer shorts.