"This looks like a job for... Unusually Smelly Detective maaan!!"
Yout hear a voice coming from the toilet. Peeing noises. And a phone conversation. You sneak to the toilet door and place your ear against it...
:"Sorry I couldn't hear for a moment. I think my latest Feng Shui knot treatment victim is coming around again. Either that or my flatulence is getting more and more out of control.... No I won't stop with the bad diet, it's just too fun. Tut tut, you heavenly folk never live to the max, or rather die to the max. I'm dead after all, nothing can kill me. Oh... Yeah.... yeah sure, I get what you mean entirley God mate. But there are cheats you know, you don't have to go to such extremes to make the humans do what you want. That's what Gamesharks are for..... No, I don't agree with it. It's demoralising and sucks the fun out of stuff. My way is to make 'em suffer, not make em entertaining!"
Oh no, whoever it is has finished with their business. And judging by the sound of their voice they won't be stopping to wash their hands. You dash into the kitchen and hide behind the wall, Metal Gear Solid style. You peek around the wall as the toilet door slowly creaks open. You see nobody emerge. In a brief puzzled state you reach for the pickle jar, and smash it on the floor! SHUSH! THEYLL HEAR YOU! Shit, you hear footseps coming to the kitchen.