Oh! Oh! It was beautiful! Just like Myrtle!

Water was everywhere, flooding the bathroom and fountaining up from the damaged sinks and toilets and oh!

Myrtle had been sitting on the top of a cubicle, clapping soundlessly as the duelers fought for her affection.

Ooooh and another one! And why was that one running away?

She preened and occassionally flicked a pigtail in the direction of one man or the other, as if deciding which was winning.

The winner could be her champion and the loser could die and be her boyfriend for all eternity! Either way Myrtle wins!