"I'll use it," Nate said. "Might as well stack the deck in my favor." He shrugged. "Any chance we could get the Pope to bless it first?" 

He walked in, shut the door briefly to do his business, washed his hands, carefully wiped the seat with a paper towel. Then he opened the door and waved everyone forwards. 
"I guess you're supposed to be witnesses to this round of teenage self abuse. Come and watch." 

He closed his eyes and held his breath, and tried to do it as quickly as possible, the sound of the penny scraping on the porcelain ringing in his ears. He was definitely taking truth next.