I moved stealthily through the dim light of the basemant, with my weapon at the ready. It had been a hard and dangerous fight to get to this point, but I knew that something of great value waited just ahead.
Fading into view, almost like a mirage, I saw the gleam of several shiny objects in the near-darkness ahead. My heart was pumping, and I felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to laugh madly, as I moved closer. What could it be, this treasure that had nearly killed me several times over?
Finally, hearing no sign of anything moving in the darkness, I switched on the light of my miner's helmet and I saw my treasure clearly for the first time. Beautiful, lovely, gleaming with a silvery sheen, I could see there were five of them.
Perfect, shiny, unused, and unbroken, FIVE stainless steel toilets reflecting the bright light back at me! I moved close, and took in their silvery perfection, and then it hit me. I couldn't do ANYTHING with them... I couldn't sit on them, or use them, or take them to my home where the best I could manage was a sadly used and abused prewar porcelain toilet. Oh no, these would sit here in the darkness, with their memory taunting me every time I felt the urge to walk into a bathroom...
Oh, cruel developers, spiteful hands of the Evil Gods, why must you torture me this way?!? In a fit of despairing rage, I threw a grenade and a molovtov cocktail at those shiny demons, but when the flames died away, the toilets still sat there, taunting me with undiminished perfection.
At last, I planted a couple of bottlecap mines among those gleaming toilets (if I can't use them, nobody will) and sadly departed, taking only the memory with me...