after the waterfall of piss finally subsided you looked up at the two mountains of Ranma’s butt cheeks quickly fading from view and waited for the flesh that would endure existence and then it comes water comes pouring down from all sides of the bowl and a massive vortex of turning water feeling the entire Bowl. your meter strength is nothing in this maelstrom of water. You are pulled along with the current shooting you across the bowl back and forth by this fact of dust in front of a hurricane. in a fortunate turn of Fate however the force of it all sends you shooting out of the toilet into the air above Rama where you land...
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