Poop #28, The Poopfather. One mischievous đź’©.
In the heart of Toilettown, the Poopfather, a suave, sunglass-wearing mob boss, reigned supreme. His latest challenge? The Great Clean-Up, a city-wide initiative to scrub Toilettown spotless. “Over my mushy body,” the Poopfather declared. His reputation for being unflushable was at stake!
He hatched a plan so audacious, it could only spring from the mind of a poop mob boss. At midnight, the Poopfather, cigar in hand, sauntered into the city’s soap factory. Using his unique, sticky nature, he stealthily collected every soap bar, leaving behind a trail of comical slip-ups for the Clean-Up crew.
Next morning, Toilettown was in a soapy crisis. The Clean-Up crew slipped and slid comically on the streets, unable to stand upright. The Poopfather, watching from atop his porcelain throne, chortled, “In Toilettown, cleanliness isn’t next to godliness; it’s next to funniness!”
Thanks to the Poopfather’s smelly genius, the Great Clean-Up was a laughable flop, and his reign of rollicking ruckus continued.
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