Some boys were playing around in the restroom.
Mr. Bowers enters. Makes a loud echoing whistle to get all boys' attention, then calmy says:
You actually choose to play in here? This is a place where people go to pee and poo--and this is where you choose to play? Wouldn't it be more fun to play on the playground? How can you stand the smell of this place long enough to play? When I come in here, I hold my breath and only stay long enough to take care of my business! What is wrong with you kids?