I had this funny dream

Cyril Ramaphosa and I were friends and we decided to rob a bank. Him the brains and I’m the labour digging the tunnel.

Like in a dream:

Now we are inside the vault, then running down some street without loot (not the tunnel)
The next moment we were on top of a building cordoned off with police everywhere.

Then my stomach problems start due to nervousness and I had to go to the toilet but where?
Cyril suggested I do it over the side of this building but as I looked over the police recognized me and said ICycle you better come down or it’s going to turn ugly.

From crises to worst so I pulled down my pants to let go. The moment my bum was over the side the police shouted “Cyril you can come down as well”