The Great Meal

Mario woke up, his stomach shrunk to its normal size.He got up, yawned,and rubbed his tummy as the morning shone in the windows.
"It's like it was all a dream." He rubbed his gut.
"All a dream..."
*Gurgle-growl*
Not a dream, NOT A DREAM!
Mario ran to his bathroom, dropped his undies and ruined suit pants (they were ripped earlier), and sat on his own 24k gold toilet, and let Wayne (or what used to be him) out.
"Ugh. Hmmmmmph!"
He could feel his insides shift, and hear them purr.He pushed harder. More growls emitted, along with a PHLAAARP! that echoed in the toilet bowl.
"C'mon! One more, UGH!"
He finally felt the tapered tip of a log peek out. Before he could even take a breath, more of the log slides out of his bottom in a slow, smooth fashion .
"Ahhh. Thaaaaaanks, Wayne."
The poo broke off, being that it was too long and frothy, and landed in the bowl with a *plink!*.
There was more of Wayne that had to be excreted.
Mario forced the other half out, it crackling and squeaking as it left.
He felt a stretching in his colon.
"Oh, no. More!"
Mario straightened his legs, clenched his teeth, and let out a pained groan as he struggled to release more Gretzky remnants.
This time, the log was lumpy, and Mario could swear he was passing oblong,small, gravel-like pebbles.
He was already sweating, and his heart rate skyrocketed due to all the effort.
"This wasn't pebbles", he thought. "This is...bone!"
The dump only introduced a ligament, and a snapped-in-half femur.
"Please tell me it's over", he thought.
His stomach said otherwise.
"Noooooo!"
His crying overlapped the plopping noises of runs containing hair, ligaments,bones, and fabric, spilling out.
After a good 4 flushes, Mr. Gretzky was now history.
"What have I done?", Mario thought. "How did I torture my colleague so?"

Notes

Gross, I know. Chapter 3 will be about how the Gretzky family and the Penguins team/association reacts to this "mess", pun intended.