In the toilet

Three little balls of dark shit. And not just shit, but really solid matter. And not just dark, but pure black. And not just balls, but perfect spheres. And not just three perfect spheres of pure black solid matter, but three orbitting planets, three magical orbs. And not just little, but three harmonious, endless, utterly packed, whole perfect universes of brilliant shit. He loves watching them, circulating and bobbing around in his piss, as happy as psychopathic babies, splashing around together in a lovely warm bath.

Look into a crystal ball: you see what comes next? Enjoy yourself fully with a guess.

Of course I, fist, flushed them away as quickly as I could. Ahh. That's better.