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𝑩𝒆𝒆-𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒎
porcelain • flock • judgment • cleansing
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╭─ ✦ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 ✦ ─╮
In the porcelain temple, beneath the flickering torch...
The flock has gathered. The giraffe awaits judgment.
The bee-day is awake.
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╭─ ✦ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰 ✦ ─╮
Cluck-cluck, feathers black, the undead rise at dawn
Found the sacred fountain where the porcelain gods were born
Japanese relic, glowing blue in candlelight
Remote in claw, the pressure builds ... the flock begins the rite

Level ten, the holy jet, the ancient protocol
Cleansing sins of feather, bone, and fur ... we answer to the call!
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╭─ ✦ 𝑷𝒓𝒆-𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 ✦ ─╮
Nooooo... this is no mere flush ... this is divine correction!
The stream descends like judgment from the porcelain throne’s election!
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✦ 🚿 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 🚿 ✦

Bee-day spray! From the rising east, the black-market flood!
Cluck the throne! Throne the cluck! Wash away the blood!
Porcelain sings in tongues of steam and decay
Undead Chickens reborn in the ritual ballet!

W-ooh-p!
Sssshhh-hiss!
Mabs is next!

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╭─ ✦ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝑰 ✦ ─╮
Step into the chamber, porcelain cold and white
Hike the skirt with reverence in the pale morning light
Turn the lever slowly ... French bee-day, my forbidden love
Mabs the giraffe stands trembling, plush yellow neck held high

Bad Mabs! You tall confessor! Stretch and take your scold!
He blushes deep, long lashes low ... he loves to be controlled
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╭─ ✦ 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 ✦ ─╮
The rinse is absolute...
The giraffe weeps...
The chickens chant in ancient tongue...
The porcelain prince has spoken.

So fresh... so clean... so gloriously judged.
bee-day... embrace us all.
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╭─ ✦ 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 ✦ ─╮
Feel the water kiss thee, cool then burning true
Washing every feather, every sin, renewing you
Oh glorious Bidet, porcelain throne of sacred art.
Thou turnest filthy mornings into works of twisted heart

Mabs the giraffe, my long-necked heretic so fine
Receives his daily sermon in your holy, dripping shrine
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✦ 🔥 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 🔥 ✦

Bee-day spray! Full overcharge, the pressure never ends!
Lush it, flush it, slick-shon ... let the holy madness descend!
Cluck the throne! Throne the cluck! Mabs get judged, the flock ascends!
Oh thou glorious Bidet ... master of this sacred, filthy art!

W-ooh-p!
Sssshhh-hiss!
Pop!
BRAHT!
Bad Mabs!
Cluck it!
Long live the flock!

╭─ ✦ 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒐 ✦ ─╮
It’s a bidet fact... in this long, wet, sacred act.
Undead Chickens found the mod.
The bee-day is... divine.

Mabs hangs his plush yellow head... forgiven and freshly shamed.
My porcelain prince... forever thou art mine.

W-ooh-p...
Sssshhh...
cluck...
hiss...
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