The big dying guy spent twenty years riding that little catbird seat, back and forth over the huge incoming raw sewage vat at the Omaha treatment plant.
His job was to fish used condoms out of the incoming sewage using a long pole with a hook at the end.
He was a key man.
Any mistakes by the big dying guy, and the purification equipment would become jammed with condoms, the vat would overflow, and the Missouri River would run speckled with used rubbers and untreated sewage.
The big dying guy knows raw sewage up close and personal, in vast quantities.
Skippy's experience is limited to a toilet bowl.
I'll trust the big dying guy on this one.