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skibidi boogey

In the dimly lit confines of the deserted girls' bathroom, Frida Kahlo and Cleopatra stood face-to-face, their gazes locked in a silent exchange, the air of regal indifference.

'So...' Cleopatra drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. 'You think you can handle me, Frida?'

Frida raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a slight smirk. 'Handle you? I'm the toughest broad in the whole school. Besides, I've got my unibrow to protect me.'

Cleopatra scoffed, her lips pursing dismissively. 'Oh, please. As if that overgrown caterpillar can scare anyone. I have my own ways of winning a man's affections.'

'Yeah, by being a royal pain in the...,' Frida began, but before she could finish, a sudden darkness enveloped the room.

Startled gasps escaped their lips as the lights flickered and died. A muffled sound echoed from one of the stalls.

'What was that?' Cleopatra whispered, her voice trembling.

'I don't know,' Frida said, her voice equally unsteady.

Suddenly, the stall door flung open, and a bizarre figure emerged. It was Skibidi Toilet, a creature with a human-like body and a toilet for a head, bursting through the porcelain with a loud 'SKIBIDI!'

'Skibidi, skibidi, skibidi, boom!' Skibidi Toilet sang in a high-pitched, robotic voice. 'Skibidi, skibidi, skibidi, boogey!'

Frida and Cleopatra screamed in terror and fled the bathroom, their heels pounding on the tiled floor. They ran through the empty hallways, their hearts pounding in their chests.

As they turned a corner, they crashed into Topher, the overly enthusiastic student body president.

'Whoa! Ladies, what's the rush?' Topher exclaimed. 'I just came to tell you how much I support... um... lgbtblahblah+!'

Frida and Cleopatra glanced at each other, their fear and confusion melting away into laughter.

'Thanks, Topher,' Frida said, a grin spreading across her face. 'But we're good. We've got our own... thing.'

With a wink, Frida and Cleopatra disappeared down the corridor, leaving Topher standing alone in the dim hallway, wondering what the heck had just happened.

Meanwhile, in the girls' bathroom, Abe, the clone of Abraham Lincoln, emerged from the stall, his pants still around his ankles.

'Well, that was... unexpected,' he muttered to himself. 'But at least I got my daily dose of Skibidi Toilet.'