Twisted Mirror Reflection

I marched from the tub straight up to the slick ceramic pedestal beneath the bathroom mirror, hunting down my next spectacle! Resting on the porcelain rim sat an unopened tube of red gel toothpaste. Perfect war paint! I clamped both gloved hands around the soft plastic neck and gave it a violent, theatrical squeeze with all my might. Squelch! A brilliant crimson ribbon shot upward, smearing a wild, zig-zag smile directly onto the polished glass mirror! I stepped back and let out a guttural roar of laughter as my own reflection stared back behind the sticky red grin. The curtain never closes on this face!