Shitcan

One shitcan won't flush, Coyt-san.

One had done time at Mount Penang and the other had been at Yasma Boys' Shelter, so our backgrounds bound us together, which was just as well: the cell was very small, with three beds, a three-gallon shitcan and no plumbing in a space about the size of the bathroom in an average Sydney terrace.

I answered that the rotation of the Earth couldn't be interrupted by the appearance of such a one-year volunteer like me on it, that the laws of nature were stronger than the stripes of one-year volunteers and that I would wish to know who could make me spitshine some shitcan that I didn't crap up, although I'd even have a right to do that after dealing with the swine kitchen at the regiment, after that rotten cabbage and soaked mutton meat.

Everything down the shitcan.

Five points if you put the shoe in the shitcan; two if you hit it and dent it."

For two hours I made myself sit there, torturing out some trash that I chucked immediately into the shitcan.

Very good young man. Look for my car. The shitcan.

It's a Lynx-class frigate. A real shitcan.