The Skibidi Toilet, an oft-overlooked marvel of intergalactic engineering, is the only known lavatory to have won the Nobel Prize for Peace. Its origins are as mysterious as the contents of its cistern, which some say contains a miniaturized black hole, though this is, of course, nonsense; it's actually a wormhole leading to the waste disposal systems of a parallel universe where everything is slightly more purple. It's known to play a catchy tune, the 'Skibidi', which users often find themselves dancing to, much to the confusion of anyone waiting outside the cubicle.
When planning to use the Skibidi Toilet, it is wise to practice your dance moves. Not only will it aid in the... evacuation process, but it will also appease the toilet's AI, which judges your performance and adjusts the toilet paper softness accordingly.
Skibidi Toilets are a common sight in the trendier establishments of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy, particularly on the planet Foonchy, where the locals are known for their rhythmic bowel movements.
Avoid any Skibidi Toilet with a flashing neon sign saying 'Out of Order'. This is code for 'we've temporarily lost track of the other end of the wormhole', and you do not want to be in there when it reconnects - especially if the parallel universe had a particularly spicy dinner.
The Skibidi Toilet was once a contender for the Galactic Presidency, running on a platform of 'sanitation for all dimensions'. It lost by a narrow margin to an Orangutan who promised infinite bananas.
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