Potty Mouth

"Voices... from the toilet?!" Nebraska gasped as she kneeled down next to the porcelain throne and searched for some kind of recording device.
"Uh, no." The male's voice came again. Nebraska stared at the toilet seat. "From the vents."
Nebraska turned her attention to the white vent in the corner of the bathroom, gawking at it.
"It seems as if we are neighbors." the voice chuckled from within the dark crevices, "Hello."