The faculty began finding "installations" in places they didn't belong—on top of high-reach radiators, tucked behind library stacks, and even smeared on the ceiling with surgical precision. It wasn't graffiti. It was "material" of a biological nature. The mysterious perpetrator was soon dubbed .
"You've made it impossible for me to shit, so now I'm going to piss on everything here!" LORD JO JE TO FAKT HNUSNY ALE PROSTE SE MU TO L...
The staff was baffled. How did he reach a three-meter-high ceiling? Why was there a meticulous "technical application" that suggested a calculated logistical plan? Students whispered about his "legendary" letter left behind after the university closed most of the campus toilets in a desperate attempt to stop him: The faculty began finding "installations" in places they