In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

normal way. But how did you flush? There was no paper! She pushed a
button blindly and a jet of warm water hit, then a blast of hot wind,
enough to make anyone's pubic hair curl. Confused and a little
nauseous from the artificial floral mist that had filled the room, she
pressed another button that started up a massager function, startling
her off the animated toilet and headlong into the new mirror.
Next morning, there was a knock at the door. Expecting
Sandro, Penny bolted up and opened it, but it was Ula behind big black
sunglasses and draped head to toe in snowflake sprinkled arctic fox, a
small bag of groceries in her hand.
She pulled a roll of duct tape from the bag and placed it on one
of the glass desks. "Sandro said you wanted this. Can I put the groceries
away?"
"Hey, what's with Dick's stupid robo toilet?"
"Stupid? But it's brilliant! And Züt's filled the Toto with a
cognitive mood enhancing spray! What a team―"
"He's got that toilet spewing mind altering gases, but there's no
paper? The man is insane! Ula, he reamed my brain for what, exactly?
To justify his delusions of grandeur? He's a menace to society and
should be locked up!” Penny shouted into the room.
Ula left the bag on the counter and sailed out the door, hissing,
"Shhhh… or you'll get us all locked up."
Penny emptied the bag on the counter and stared with dismay
at a fistful of limp celery and three bruised apples. She had an apple and
got to work with the duct tape along the edges. She wanted to smash
her fist through the whole thing. Instead she opened her mailbox and
angrily flushed out the spam, almost missing a message from Max, from
the day after the party. She had almost forgotten about it, no wonder
Sandro was so weird.
"My Purple, take care of him. Max."
What was that all about?
"Sandro, can you hear me?"
She waited. Her phone rang.
"What is the problem?"
"Gee, I'm glad Ng's bugging is more professional than his
Hentai. Hey, what's the story with Max?"
Silence on the other end.
He cleared his throat.
"Max is dead."
"What! What? When? Why didn't you tell me?"
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