The sleepwalker found his way to the toilet last night (yay!). Then, after a successful visit, I'm sure he felt the niggling discomfort that after evacuation, there is something else important to be done.
"But what? There is something I'm supposed to do here, I just sense it. Hm."
So, he stepped out of his underpants, threw them IN the toilet, and stumbled back to bed.
Strange to hear me say it, but I'm glad he didn't follow with a flush.
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