skibidi toilet is a haunting yet beautiful precis of the future. the titular creatures are degenerate, trans-human things, comprised of sleek porcelain ensconcing human flesh stripped down to the minimum necessary for looking human: the skull and neck. Deprived of all language except for the first few bars of a remix of a turkish pop song, the skibidi toilets have a quasi-human existence in a thriving, skyscraper filled city, their needs presumably taken care off by their wax-ring connection. Yet all is not well; trans-human tho' they may be, their abilities are no match for those of the posthuman cameramen and their kith and kin, the CRT and speakermen, who easily wipe out the flesh-bound skibidis, waging a brutal war of conquest in post-acceleration earth. These creatures are mute, seeming to only communicate with emoji, gestures and the occasional guttural moanings of the larger specimens.

Glory to our porcelain filled, aphasic future!