Hell No! You've Gotta SHIT

Hell no I don't investigate. What am I, Scooby Doo? I wasn't joking about the poop thing either, I needed to GO!

Ignoring the sound, and trusting that someone more responsible than me will take care of it, I duck inside a stall and take a moment to do my business.

• One satisfying bathroom session later -

Man that hit the spot. I didn't realize how much I needed to go until I got on the toilet. It defenitely wasn't healthy to wait that long between shits, but can you blame me? The security checks on earth took 5 hours before we were even allowed on the space station.

In any case, I'm feeling a lot better now. I quickly wash my hands, making sure to get them nice and soapy, before drying myself off, and stepping outside.

Immediately I'm struck by a strange sight. A small slip of paper, innocently laying on the floor.

For a moment, I consider it, letting my imagination run wild. What if it's some piece of super secret intel? What if it's a list of Superhero secret identities?

Well, no use wondering, let's get a proper look at it.

Stepping over to the other side of the hall, where the paper is laying, I pick up the paper and realize it's a set of... stickers?

Yeah, that's right. These are stickers. Little white squares with a single word written on it.

"Normal"

What the hell does that mean? Weirdly enough, the word was spelled backwards. I was only able to read it by going one letter at a time. Why the hell were stickers lying on the floor of the Justice League's watchtower? And why did they have a backwards word on them?

I bring the page closer to my face, and notice something odd when I try to peel one off. The stickers are double-sided, as if they're designed to be easily applied. They're also oddly shaped, the size of a note-card one might use to present something in school with.

Making sure not to get one on my shirt, I carefully peel one of off the sheet holding it, before I hear a voice behind me.

"Ah--hem. What are you doing?"