Sonic Rodeo

I scaled the rim of the porcelain sink to inspect the monolith looming over the vanity: an electric toothbrush. Naturally, reconnaissance requires pushing every accessible button. I drew my combat blade, slammed the pommel straight into the rubber power switch, and held on. BZZZZZT! The entire sonic beast roared to life with enough high-frequency fury to rattle my teeth right through my mask. Did I retreat? Absolutely not. I threw both arms around the vibrating cylinder, digging my boot treads into the textured grip like a champion rodeo star riding a runaway rocket drill. Right before it buzzed over the edge into the basin, I kicked the switch off. Untamed. Conquered.