“You’d be surprised what a guy would go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.” – Rick Deckard, Blade Runner.
In the quote above Deckard refers to tiny peepholes a pervert would drill to eavesdrop on exotic dancers. I don’t think it would apply to fist-sized holes in the men’s restroom at a Chinese buffet. After all, who would want to see guys sitting at the crapper hurriedly ejecting the processed remains of orange chicken, beef and broccoli, and seafood surprise.
But one could could come up with any number of theories as to how and why these holes were made. Man goes to said restaurant, eats one greasy dumpling too many, and scrambles to the toilet, arriving just in time before his bowels explode. Once he completes his mission he discovers the toilet paper dispenser is empty. In panic, he yells for help, but nobody can hear him. Not while everyone is busy gorging on crab legs that have just been brought out to the seafood station.
He grabs his phone in an attempt to contact his wife, who’s busily filling her plate with cheap California sushi. Yes, this particular Chinese restaurant also serves bad versions of popular Japanese dishes. The man discovers in horror that his cellphone battery is completely drained. With no other option he decides to punch his way through the wall to the women’s restroom. Hopefully, the TP he so desires will be there.
Due to the strenuous effort to break through the wall the guy suffers a heart attack and dies.
Which reminds me of Occam’s razor, which states that when presented with competing hypothetical answers to a problem, one should select the one that makes the fewest assumptions. For the love of me, I can’t think of any other hypothesis.