Afterwards I went back to the bathroom and slapped the toilet. "Bad toilet!", I screamed. Highly realistic gore flew everywhere again. This time I called the police. The police came, and the officer was wearing a Crash Bandicoot suit. He told me that if I didn't leave the house in 5 seconds, he'd call the police. I refused to leave, so he called the police. Then the cycle repeated again and again. I am now stuck inside the toilet while the police keep coming and coming. Also, there was a wumpa fruit in the toilet bowl and I ate it. Yuck, poo.
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