Unlike the exotic alien my pale blue body was straight up and down, sparse coronet coloured off-white. The two little ones resplendent as Disney icons, a Minion and a glittering Elsa from Frozen, rattled fretfully behind me shaking our glass receptacle.
Bristling with shock I viewed our impending future; even the little ones were ill-fated. We were three outmoded toothbrushes soon to be supplanted by rechargeable electric versions.