Skibidi peered out from the shadows, his porcelain surface reflecting the neon signs above. Though young, his dreams were big, and his ambition even bigger. "One day, I'll be more than just another toilet," he murmured to himself, determination shining in his eyes.

Big Flush stopped in front of Skibidi, sizing him up with a critical eye. "I heard you want to join the gang," he rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. "Yes, sir. I want to be the best," Skibidi replied, his voice steady despite the fear quivering in his tank.

Big Flush raised a plunger high, the symbol of initiation, as the crowd watched in silence. "To be part of us, you must prove your worth," he declared, his voice booming. Skibidi nodded, stepping forward with a resolve that belied his small stature.

Big Flush[/@ch_2_d]"Always strike where they least expect it,"[/@ch_2_d] he instructed, pointing at a map. [@ch_1]Skibidi absorbed every word, eager to learn the art of intimidation and strategy. "I'm ready," he affirmed, determination etched in his ceramic.

Skibidi charged forward, his training under Big Flush guiding his actions. "Remember what I taught you," Big Flush's voice echoed in his mind. [@ch_1]Skibidi[/@ch_1_d]"For the gang!"[/@ch_1_d] he shouted, feeling the rush of adrenaline.

Big Flush[/@ch_2_d]"You did well, kid,"[/@ch_2_d] he said, a rare smile gracing his features. [@ch_1]Skibidi grinned, his dreams of gang life now a reality. "Thanks to you, I found my place," he replied, the future stretching out before him like an endless horizon.