The bathing world was rocked by controversy when tubs began cutting out their bottoms.

Endless bathtubs provoked the loss of many whole human lives and changed their attitude towards water forever. The canisters made jaw-dropping spectacles of themselves. Violent cases of mutilation began just when customers had come to peel their remaining limb from the sticky, steamed enclosure to join the dripping others. With the last haul of body reaching to the household floor, the tub in its still elegance begins to sound; a faint gurgle. The defenseless proponent, rear adjusted to the clawfoot, pivots to face the misguided whine, unconvinced, mustache pulls down to the closest edge and rests gawking in attention. To listen with eyes and not ears to the sheltered work of a saw. The character presses an upper lip deeper into the cold drops left swaying on the edge from the last toe pulled over the hurdle. Where the soft slope elopes with the porcelain trough is the sight of the leading crease. As the bathtub warrior kneels defeated at the cusp, water petals fleet from curled hairs and swirl to a point of exit, the volume heaves! The eyes bead up in discomfort and fall back in expansion to enclosure, hitting sink and tile. Blacked-out and rotten on the tough floor, the subdued customer will not be subjected to his loss of power. (An entrance to) The rise of The Tub (empire) Furnished with four legs and a promise of occupancy the bath releases its music box-motor to foreshadow its bottomless becoming. The jagged head of a weapon peers through a point of the lower rim. The tub's tongue has pierced its way through the layers of its own throat. It would like to disconnect its trachea and leave the remainder behind. An aggressive tone raises as the tongue severs the substructural bottom from its components. The lowest point of this porcelain mass corrupts the floor underneath it and obliterates the hundreds of thousands of thousands of miles of spit, phlegm, dirt, and rust it must endure before meeting the collection of its outlaws. Tubs were said to have been inviting their mercenaries to experience the depth of decay. It seems as though most victims do not look in at the bottom of their bath's before lending their first foot leaving them plunging in an inevitable swan dive to their salty deliverance. Many say the caucus of tub troughs convenes on the unfathomable floor. Recently, human carcasses attached to basin bottoms have carpeted the

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