“You Give 'em Lickie Clean-ees, You’re a Poopoo Ge-nie!” Marlene sang for the crowd of sweaty nerds. Applause. Fuckin fluffy conventions, she couldn’t get through the goddamn things without mommy’s little helper, by which she meant liqour. Or drugs. “Alright which one of you little foals wanna give mumma lickie-cleanies?” she thought. Over five hundred episodes. Five hundred hours of inane babbling over retarded horsepig monsters eating shit.
She needed to go to the bathroom and - oh no.
Fuck fluffies. Marlene sighed to herself.
The convention center bathroom was installing goddamn litterpals to give users lickie cleanies after taking a shit.