Four towels. One sauna. Zero mercy.

Four young women strut in like they own the place—talking implants, microchips, and perfumes that probably cost more than the sauna itself. One brags her scent was “designed by AI.” Another says her chip tracks her hydration, mood, and probably her ex-boyfriend too. They’re glowing with confidence… and maybe a little too much eucalyptus oil.

In the corner sits an older woman. Quiet. Relaxed. Not impressed. She hasn’t said a word, just listening like she’s buffering the whole conversation for later use.

Finally, one of the young women smirks and asks, “So… what upgrades do you have?”

The older woman shrugs. “Oh, nothing much. But I can still send a fax.”

They blink. “A… fax?”

She stands up, turns around slightly, and—pfffft—lets one rip. Then calmly says, “Message delivered.”

The sauna goes silent.

Fast forward to the elevator. Same group. Still recovering.

One of the girls tries to regain composure and says, “Well… at least we smell amazing.”

The older woman smiles sweetly. “Give it a minute, dear. That was just the fax. The broccoli email is still uploading.”

And just like that, no implants, no chips, no designer perfume could compete.

Because confidence is nice—but comedic timing? That’s priceless.