You look and see two faces come into focus. One was Actress Peyton List but the other was still hard to make out, it could be anybody.
You're kinda just stunned from seeing Peyton List, nevermind being just shorter than a Snickers bar and being in a toilet moments ago.
Peyton speaks.
"I'm sure you're pretty confused how you got here in a toilet 10x the height of you. We're not sure either. To be honest, I kinda don't care. You could know exactly why and how you're here, this may be an Ant-Man situation trying to perv when things went south and you feel in the toilet and your suit broke. So I can't help but feel like that's the case and to be extremely angry at you."
"That's not what happened." You try to say, but the other lady speaks.
"Didn't you hear Peyton? We don't care, maybe later, maybe, but right now, you're ours."
"That's right." Peyton adds.
"Thank you. We're not monsters, so we'll let you lay here in the bathroom for a few minutes before we become farther acquainted with each other." The other lady closes.
Right before they leave you are able to make out enough of the face and you start to recognize the voice.
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