The Stalker In My Toilet 2

Last time I got turned into a stalker (if you don't remember).

Now I feel like a cabbage, or a chocolate biscuit covered in cream cheese. Google it. Actually don't; Google will think you are taking something that you shouldn't be.

Anywaez.....my stalker lair is near your U bend, I prepare salads there that look like pancakes. Once I heard someone about down the toilet, and I jumped out and planted their shoes because no one must know where my lair is!!!!

Then (when it was too late) I realised that they do not know I live in their toilet, and they are just mentally retarded. They shall fit in with my race!

Although, soon I plan to create my own cult of stalkers that ride elephants, gently and smoothly. We shall only consume hair gel that tastes like boob milk from a cyborg. And our autocorrect will join us on our sharpie dust picnics!

Details for the first cult meeting, please join me:

Place; your U bend, specifically Frankie and Jennie's Octopus Theme Park
Time; The only time that Daddy James doesn't sell lingerie for infants
Dress code; Your grandma's apple pie