My voice booms from the heavens. You hear the lid come off you glass prison. I gaze around the sand but I don't see you immediately. I think to myself, I could pick out the fake rocks and cactus, but as my bladder calls me, I get a better idea. I straddle the tank, making your sky turn from the ceiling of my bedroom to my underside.
"You shouldn't hide from me," I scold. Piss streams out of me and rains down on your tank. The sand absorbs some of it, but it can't absorb fast enough as the entire ground becomes soaked in a shallow layer of piss. I slide back and forth a bit, making sure no matter where you're hiding you get drenched. When I finish, I stand on the ground again and pick up the tank. I still don't see you, so I swish the tank around a bit, seeing if that will loosen you from your position.
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