This place was a marvel. Ordinarily a basic, semi-private enclosure, restrooms (which, in El Sasquatcho's mind, was a stupid name; surely people didn't come in here to [i]rest[/i]) the Watchtower Lavatory was a thing of nigh cinematic epicness. Designed to withstand the ravages of super powered Aces and Deuces, it gave no signs of the usual difficulties the Indomitable El Sasquatcho ran into in standard, mortal water closets. Quite the contrary, it appeared to be quite accommodating. 

Blissfully so, in fact. 

"Hey team!" he called loudly from his perch in more private environs, not caring whether anyone could or could not hear him, "The Watchtower crapper is [i]fantástico[/i]! You must try this! It's like taking a dump, but in ESPACIO! Guys?"

"...guys...?" 

"Anybody? How do you use the three seashells?" 

"...Señor Wildcat?"