Goodtime Slim rushed into the bathroom and furiously turned off the tap, tramping through the water that had poured onto the floor from the overflowing basin.
"For goodness sake!" he snapped at Captain Doobie, who was currently in the bath fully clothed, using a snorkel, "Do you think i'm made of water???"
Splashsplashgurgle. "Yes."
"What?"
"About 70%, isn't it?"
There was a pause.
"Shut your cakehole," Goodtime Slim said, then flounced splashily out.
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