The squatter. Man, so I got in the stall with one of those squatter toilets, and I had my pants pulled down and got in the squatting position and everything... But I just couldn't do it. (It was like I had a critical drop in [pneumatic] pressure.) Maybe it was partially a fear of missing and pooing all over my pants or something. Or maybe it was just the whole unfamiliarity of the situation- man, I don't blame kids for having such a hard time potty-training. But yea, god, I hope I NEVER have to use a squatter toilet... EVER!