Chapter 12
Galactic Funk (wide-eyed, stunned):
“What in the galaxy happened to you?!”
Toilet Funk (with a cheerful flush):
“I love poop, but be careful eh? Don't eat your own poop.”
Galactic Funk (grimacing, shaking his head):
“They’ve scrambled your mind… there’s no saving you now. I’m sorry, buddy. Good luck.”
Toilet Funk (smiling faintly):
“I understand, my friend. When you gotta go… you gotta go.”
With one last glance, Galactic Funk turns away, leaving Toilet Funk smiling serenely, perhaps, in the end, some mysteries are better left unsolved.