As you step into the dimly lit Toilet Base, a faint murmur of voices draws your attention.

Curious, you quietly approach and cautiously peer through the window of a nearby door. Inside, a peculiar sight unfolds. A TV-Man name Neos lies unconscious on a makeshift bed. Hovering above him are two Skibidi Toilets, engaged in a heated conversation in their peculiar, indecipherable language. Their tones are intense, and their body language suggests a disagreement or a plan being hatched. Oblivious to your presence, their porcelain forms cast long, unsettling shadows across the room.