The apartment was a symphony of architectural failure. In the hallway, Carrie was currently playing tag with a three-meter-tall Foam-Goliath made of sentient blue bubbles. In the bedroom, Rebecca was locked in a wrestling match with the Event Horizon 5000 vacuum, which had successfully swallowed her favorite rug and was now eyeing her tactical boots.
DING-DONG.
The sound of the doorbell wasn't a friendly chime. It was a funeral knell.
"They're here early!" Carrie shrieked, her voice muffled as a blueberry-scented bubble expanded over her face. "Becca! The TV crew is at the door!"
"Negative! It’s 18:00! They aren't due for fourteen hours!" Rebecca yelled, finally kicking the 'Power' switch on the vacuum with her heel. The machine let out a dying wheeze and spat out a shredded piece of lace curtain.
Rebecca sprinted to the door and checked the security feed. It wasn't the TV crew. It was a black van with a logo of a sparkling golden broom.
"It’s the Elite Idol Sanitization Squad (E.I.S.S.)," Rebecca whispered, her visor retracting. "The Manager sent reinforcements. They’re... Professionals."
The Breach
The door didn't just open; it was breached. Four figures in white, pressurized hazmat suits stepped inside, wielding high-intensity UV lamps and industrial-grade vaporizers. Leading them was a woman with a sharp bob and a clipboard: Head Maid Verna.
Verna stepped into the hallway. She looked at the giant, pulsing blue foam-monster currently trying to "hug" Carrie. She looked at the neon-yellow hazard tape on the floor. She looked at a rogue mechanical spider-cat scuttling across the ceiling.
"Subject 01: Biological residue of unknown origin," Verna said into her shoulder-mic, her voice as cold as liquid nitrogen. "Subject 02: Unauthorized robotic infestation. Subject 03... whatever that is." She pointed at Rebecca’s soot-covered tuxedo-bunny ears.
"It’s a workshop!" Rebecca defended, crossing her arms. "The foam is a localized polymer reaction! It’s practically sterile!"
"It is clutter," Verna countered, stepping forward. "And in the world of Idol-Aesthetics, clutter is a crime. Squad! Initiate Scorched-Earth Cleaning Protocol."
The Great Confiscation
The E.I.S.S. didn't use mops. They used Thermal-Neutralizing Vacuums and Molecular-Bond Dissolvers.
"Wait! That’s my prototype jet-stabilizer!" Rebecca lunged forward as a maid grabbed a piece of scrap metal from the coffee table.
"It is a 'Tripping Hazard,'" the maid replied, tossing it into a high-security "Disposal Bin."
"And these?! These are my original lyrics!" Carrie cried as a vacuum sucked up a pile of glittery notebooks.
"They are 'Flammable Debris,'" Verna stated, checking off a box on her clipboard.
The apartment became a battlefield. Rebecca was diving across the room to save her circuit boards from being "sanitized," while Carrie was trying to protect her plushie collection from the "Deep-Steam Sterilizer."
"You don't understand!" Rebecca shouted, standing over her desk like a shield. "This isn't mess! This is History! This is the 'Mini Mic' legacy!"
"The 'Legacy' currently smells like artificial blueberries and ozone," Verna said, adjusting her goggles. "Step aside, Bunny. We have a broadcast to save."
The Standoff
Rebecca reached for her Universal Omni-Wrench. Her eyes glowed with blue intensity. "If you touch my 'Golden Master-Disk' project, I will reroute your vaporizers to spray 'Permanent-Glow-Ink' all over your white suits. Try cleaning that."
Verna paused. The cleaning crew froze. The tension in the room was higher than a high-voltage battery.
"Ten minutes," Verna finally hissed. "You have ten minutes to 'archive' your precious junk. After that, everything that isn't a couch or a lamp goes in the incinerator."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrFnpHcwh49
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