NEW-YORK, U.S.A.

You were caught in the midst of skibidi-toilets fighting astro-toilets in the already crumbling city, though you swiftly left the area. You travelled just far enough from the city not to get in the cross-fire before suddenly encountering a medium-sized toilet with damaged laser-cannons making an awfully familiar face, only for it to get shortly killed by an astro-troop ramming into them at high speeds. The astro would then shift his attention towards you, retracting his mask to reveal a grin.

"Time... to die."