Oh my god they're going to make the bidet that won't squirt until you say "McDonald's"
[hovering on a jet of water, bonking head on the ceiling, soaked to the skin] MCDONALD'S! MCDON ALD'S! MCDGHFJBBLUBBLUBCHFJTH
Day 34.
I have attempted to make peace with my new surroundings in hope that I might somehow find news ways of dealing with them. However, I continue to long for the feeling of dry land. I was not aware it was possible for the skin on these parts of my body to prune. No progress continues to be made.