It was at that moment, that the teenager with one hand on his johnson and another rubbing his ass, had his life changed forever.

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Text rolled in to view like a mock PowerPoint animation to the complete bewilderment of Johnny. He would've rubbed his eyes in he could, but that would have to wait until after he washed his hands.

This was a shock to the young man, albeit it didn't startle him enough to stop his peeing. It was completely understandable though, as whatever happens in the bathroom seems to elude human understanding sometimes.

He thought back to what he just said, or rather what he had just thought aloud.

'How long is this piss gonna take?'

It was just a question to pass the time, 'a piss thought' if it were to be named. Regardless, being the 'piss thinker' that he was, Johnny immediately thought of another question to confirm what he was seeing currently.

"How much am I peeing?"

And much like earlier, letters formed a sentence as if to answer his doubt rather than his inquiry.

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"What!"

Now Johnny was truly shaken. He blinked his eyes as if to wipe the text that was floating next to his stream away. Yet it stayed there, centered in his view. Bright and uncolored, like a game asset for which the developers had forgotten to bake the lighting for.

'Impossible'

The floating text had caused this poor man to enter denial.

'This is surely a joke right'

'Nuh-uh' the letters seemed to morph into comic sans to mock him.

'No, there's one method left'

Johnny called upon all his willpower inside him and clenched his arse cheeks to maximum power. He had encountered this mysterious text that seemed to answer all his questions and it was now up to him to verify if this power was truly as amazing as it seemed. Could it really know how long he was going to pee? Was it just an absurd hallucination from dehydration?

Could it predict his final move... Forceful-Halt Mid-Piss?

As his butt sweated with each millisecond that went by, he tried his best to stop the urinal hose in its tracks.

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'Ohhhh stopppp!'

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'Ahhhhh, I command you to stop!'

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'Noooo, Dame!'

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Unfortunately, he had severely underestimated how difficult it was to stop peeing. And as a result, he learned the truth that he had half accepted even before he began his technique. As the last drop fell into the bowl, a realization rose into his mind.

This text was omniscient.

It had predicted his moves long before he thought of them. The speed of his piss to the secret move he pulled off to try to outsmart this 'system', it seemed to know everything from the beginning. It was playing 5d chess while he was playing checkers.

Though a bit hard to believe, Johnny accepted it. He moved on from this short episode and flushed the toilet. This was a new beginning, a new start.

'What will entail?'

He mused while washing his hands, making sure to rub both sides and under his fingernails. The cool water was akin to his feelings right now. Refreshed and feeling great.

The towel he wiped his hands on was dry where he touched, a sign of good luck.

As his foot stepped out of the bathroom, the cheerful smile on his face suddenly froze like a paused video.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"