Walking back through the lounge, he grabs his trousers and picks up the bag of diapers and carries them back upstairs with him. He places them on his bedroom floor and sits down on his bed trying to make himself go. Still nothing.
An idea hits him. He leaves his bedroom and heads into his bathroom. He tries standing in front of the toilet, then sitting on the toilet to try and trick himself into going, still nothing. He tries running the tap on the sink hoping that the running water will make him need to go, but he remains as dry as a bone.
From his seat on the toilet he looks up and sees his shower head. Of course, taking a shower always makes him need to go.