The key machine has been having spasims all afternoon. Seems a Donga is several things: A rut or track, a river, a brass bowl, a group protesting the M3 Motorway, just to name a few.
With that said, Mr. Donga, let me present you with your own personal key to the freak washroom (also, a mop an bucket, seems the last 3 ladies refused to do cleaning)