If you gotta go, then you gotta go. Just don't come out, seedy moustache and all, with a bag of excrement in your hands, trousers down, and be like, where does this sh*t go? After which, you proceed to wipe your anus hole with the student's piano cloth, and put some deodorant on your pubes, before buckling up your trousers and, and without washing your hands, play an arpeggio. subsequently, you say, 'so where shall we begin?', in which case your student is also female. And you be's like, 'nigz, you didn't see nothing yet'.