You bite the nigger’s head off. It tastes like nigger poop. Your favorite.
Then, you close your eyes and pour all your hyperborean agarthan magical powers into summoning Thor.
There is a crackle of thunder, and he appears.
What do you request of me, o loyal devotee?
You ask him if he can turn you human again and also if he can take you to Japan.
He strokes his beard.
<That is a not insignificant request.
<I raise you this, o noble JartyARYAN of Sotho: I will grant both of your wishes, if you become my trad femboy boywife o algo and drink of my loins.
<And also kill 1000 niggers.
Burning rage overtakes you. This is preposterous. You’d gladly be his discord kitten, but 1000 niggers? How are you going to kill that many, stuck as a mule?
What do you do?
