Years ago, a friend who was a big fan of Cheryl Ladd's when she worked on CHARLIE'S ANGELS, said that a gorgeous gal like that doesn't sit on the bowl, squeezing like the rest of us. Her poop comes out from a small slit in her abdomen, all wrapped in shiny foil, stinkless, perfect, like a baked potato.
I always assumed the same was true of everyone living at Collinwood or the Old House. No muss, no fuss, and no need for a toilet.
As for #1, well, out in the woods, I suppose. Ever notice that there are some people you just CAN'T imagine defecating or urinating? They just don't seem the type!
Love, Robin