Flynn put the bowl of water on the floor. He had mistakenly thought that this was because they were moving on from cleanliness to something else - maybe something a little more important and relevant? But how wrong was Flynn.

When Lord Borr asked them to sit on the bowls, the first worry was not that his cool pink pygmy puff boxers were going to get wet, but that he wasn't sure he would be able to get OUT of the bowl afterwards. Then the threat of fifty points came and Flynn knew he HAD to do it. After all, it wasn't humiliating if everyone was doing it? It was, therefore the common norm.

However, just as he had feared, Flynn tried to get out of the bowl and couldn't. With much struggle and wriggling and no help from his ruddy classmates, he toppled forward pouring water ALL over the floor and he screamed in fright as he saw his plastic bowl make way for Lord Borr. As you could imagine, time appeared to stop and profanities were running through Flynn's head like a dog in heat. He hoped to Merlin the bowl would just MISS Borr. "Please," he pleaded to no one in particular.