Stella’s Real Favorite Toilet

Your recent failures have cost you the privilege of serving as my personal flush. Now, you’re exiled to the bathroom corner, forced to watch as I claim my rightful throne. Lifting my skirt, I take my time crafting a masterpiece in my real favorite toilet—porcelain perfection that you’ll never deserve. Every grimace, every satisfied sigh, reminds you of the honor you’ve lost. If you shape up, maybe you’ll earn the chance to clean up after me again. But for now, you can only watch and learn.