As you skitter to the bathroom, you stop in the hallway and take in your surroundings. Your mind is filled with questions. Why is there a large framed photograph of a gorilla staring down directly at his bed? It unnerves you, as if it’s staring directly into your soul. You keep averting your eyes not to look at it.
He also has a framed picture of the current Minister of Public Enlightenment. You clench your fist in silent indignation. How much of a bootlicker is this fascist?
You yell out to him from across the room.
THEY’RE REAL! THE IRANIAN SKIN SUIT SOLDIERS ARE REAL AND THEY’RE HERE TO SUBVERT ISRAEL, QANON SAID SO! WE CAN’T LET THAT HAPPEN! WE CAN’T LET DOWN OUR GREATEST ALLY!
Without waiting for his response, you run as fast as your legs can carry you into the bathroom and slam the door.
