OscarTheGrouch sits inside his bulletproof trash can, arms crossed, in the basement of a dingy rat-infested warehouse located in the industrial section of Sesame Street. A light bulb swings from between the ceiling rafters, casting a dim light on Oscar as he and an assortment of his unsavory henchmen watch on while Grown-Up Gordon forces an unnamed deadbeat's head into the basement's toilet. Head fully submerged in toilet water of the worst kind, the deadbeat's gasps for air rise up from the filthy basin in the form of brown bubbles. His pleas for mercy nothing more than a disgusting gurgling sound while Grown-Up Gordon continues to force his head into the water. OscarTheGrouch continues to look on.

"Let him up." Oscar says grouchily

Grown-Up Gordon lifts the man's head from the scum-ridden toilet by the hair.

"Where's the GOSH DARN money, asshole!" yells Grown-Up Gordon.

"Please!" begs the man. "I'll pay you! I SWEAR I'll get the money!"

"That's what you told us LAST WEEK!!!" barks Oscar. "Put him back under!"

"No! Please!"

But it is too late. Grown-Up Gordon pushes his head back into the murky water as the deadbeat flails his arms desperately. After several unpleasant minutes, Oscar nods to Grown-Up Gordon to bring him up for air

"I've given you chance after chance after chance and you have yet to do what is right. If you want to do crimes here on Sesame Street, you have to pay tribute to Gianluca. But you feel as though it's ok to keep the money for yourself. Now you leave us with no choice but to teach you a little lesson on SHARING!!!!"

"OK! OK! I'll pay! Tell Gianluca I'll pay him the money! All of it! Just please stop! PLEASE!!!"

"What do you want us to do, Boss?" asks Grown-Up Gordon. Oscar's unibrow furrows.

"Lift the lid and put his hand on the rim."

Grown-Up Gordon grabs the deadbeat by the wrist and holds his hand over the stained rim of the toilet. A look of panic spreads accross the deadbeat's face as Oscar reaches for the lid. Oscar sadistically slams the toilet seat down on the deadbeat's knuckles repeatedly, the howls of agony drowning out the sickening sound of fingers breaking and bones snapping. It proves to be too much for the deadbeat. He passes out from the pain, his head landing back in the toilet bowl as he falls unconscious.

OscarTheGrouch slides himself behind the man. He reaches into his back pocket and takes the man's wallet. Oscar removes the cash from it and discards the wallet

"This is a start." says Oscar as Grown-Up Gordon covers his mouth with his hand, unsuccessfully attempting to shield a laugh

"What are YOU laughing at, Grown-Up Gordon?" Oscar snarls

"Oh, nothing. It's just... you pickpocketed a man whose head is in a toilet!"

"Yeah, so what????"

Grown-Up Gordon chuckles. Oscar frowns.

"You PP'ed in the potty!"

With that, Grown-Up Gordon and the rest of the hoodlums present begin to laugh uncontrolably. Gurgling sounds come from the toilet, as it appears the deadbeat has also found Gordon's joke to be funny. They lol and lmao and rofl. Everybody is laughing. Everyone except Oscar, that is. OscarTheGrouch never laughs.

I guess that's what they mean by toilet humour ..

I'd call it trash talk.

Very nice story, Oscar. You never cease to keep me laughing, even if you are a dumpster dwelling grouch.

Not bad. Violent, nasty and in the end funny. I liked it shows how grouchy you really are Oscar.

Scrote stood and listened to the speech from Oscar, and was greatful of the relief the pause offered as he deposited his immense sack onto the sidewalk.

"Terrific story Oscar, so that`s what `rimming` is, I often wondered....."

Jeremiah came across the scene, his usual day to day crimes having taken him in the area of Oscar.

"Atleast now I know where abouts Big Bird has gone.  But what ever happened to Elmo?"

Very nice story Oscar.  Your the most badass garbage can dwelling mafioso in the entire country!

:Though it is not Cunning's custom to laugh at the misfortunes of others, he can not help but let out a small snicker:

Boy, Oscar.  You have certainly inherited the cold blood of your ancestors.  Not to mention their passive sense of humor.

My favorite part was, "Oscar says grouchily."

I'd hate to owe you money.  I'll be sure to stick to Mr. Rogers' neighborhood for my crimes.  That guy looks like a sissy to me.  And I heard the king is a real push-over.