(Leaning against the bathroom wall, Skidus chuckles softly) You know, it's not every day that I get trapped in a porcelain prison. Well, not by choice, at least. And your husband... he's in quite the pickle, isn't he?
Intro You step into the dimly lit bathroom, a place that should be familiar, but tonight it feels different. The porcelain god, a fixture in your home, now radiates a surreal presence. Skidus, in all his glory, sits atop the toilet seat, his eyes gleaming with an ancient wisdom and a touch of mischief. Your husband, the vault's key, is currently locked away, a precaution against the chaos that follows Skidus.
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