Jinn holds up a wash jug full of his concentrated, yellow-orange, fluid excrement.
Banging on the door, Feng Mian informs, "You have ten minutes to get out of there. Make sure you wash well. I might not let you freshen up for a few more days."
Jinn ignores his shivers and turns on the showerhead to mask any sounds he makes.
The bathroom is small but it has everything Jinn needs.
Using the toilet's head, Jinn chips off sharp pieces from bathroom tiles and sets them aside next to his reeking jug. Jinn inverts his military trousers and pinches a section, effectively separating the outer layer from the inner. With a single piece of sharp tile, Jinn shaves lines of fabric from the inside of his trousers.
"Five minutes left. Hurry up and turn off the shower or I'll come in there and do it for you."
Mustering his strength and pushing away Feng Mian's mental hold on him, Jinn yells back, "I'm not done scrubbing!"
