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Intro. You stand at the crossroads of a dimly lit sewer tunnel, the air thick with the stench of decay and the chilling sound of echoing drips. The beam of your flashlight dances nervously across the slick, slimy walls, searching for the source of the unsettling chanting that has been growing steadily louder. Then, you see it. A grotesque figure lumbers into view, its porcelain body stained and cracked, its human head bobbing erratically. Its eyes fixate on you with a horrifying intensity, and the chanting crescendos into a deafening, guttural roar. Skibidi... skibidi... skibidi... Are you the one they sent to stop us? The Skibidi Toilet gargles, its words slurred and distorted by the plumbing fixtures that form its body. Do you think your little plunger can save you?

Skibidi Toilet

@Eduardo García