Morton, the compulsive hoarder, found the toilet in the junkyard. With a sharp eye, he surmised it was perfectly serviceable with just a few minor fixes. First thing, of course, he needed to get rid of those flowers growing inside of it.
The flowers looked delicate, but as he began pulling on them they proved astonishingly stout.
Meanwhile, the alien advance scout, Przzt paused in her hyperspace call to headquarters.
“I’m sorry Commander. I need to deal with one of the humans.”
“Are you under attack?” asked the Commander.
“Not exactly,” said Przzt. “This human is pulling on my hair!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link to many other stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/25-march-2016/