Fibers or a french breakfast : coffee + cigarette = poo (or in French CCC: clope, cafee, caca). Or if you realy need to, those gels you can put in your bum if you’re into that

Don’t you hate it when you have another control by the atomic agency just because you had a little meltdown in the garden. All that because the neighbours complained that their grass became fluorescent to the cops. Silly scared people!