[Okay he doesn't mean to be weird or anything but you're sending PRETTY MIXED SIGNALS with all the buckets and the head touching and... and, this would have been so much more normal if there wasn't a fucking pail in the room. He didn't even want to think about it anymore but he couldn't stop staring at the damn thing because it was still visible through the gap between the stall and the floor. It was on its side, for Christ's sake! He could see the lip and handle and everything.]

Bro! That shit could be like, anyone's. Maybe a motherfucker be gettin' his business all on with a bitch, grabbin' the fuck around for a bucket that ain't mother fucking there!

[Clearly Reno did not understand the gravity of the situation!]