HUGE and extremely smelly.
I remember my aunt visiting and I, as a man of high entrepreneurial spirit, was of course on the bowl turd grinding.
To my horror the flushing system couldn't tame that ominous colossus of a dung mountain and in sheer panic I had to overcome the Hindenburg's inertia with my, paper wrapped, hands.
Luckily the fella slowly moved and happily dived into thy oceans.
When shaking hands with my aunt I felt like a made man.