In the depths of your torment, you pray to your only guiding light in times of adversity – Saint Fauci. You scream out to him through the ether with all your strength, straining your very being raw.
But to pepper salt on your wound, a nasally voice interrupts your cries.
YOUR BELOVED FAUCI CAN’T HELP YOU NOW, CUCK! YOU LOST! YWNBAW YWNBAW KYS TRANNY
The sheer cruelty of this chudcel is enough to make your gut wrench. And why is he calling you a trans person? You’re just a lowly cis ally.
However, you could feel that when he was speaking, the onslaught abated somewhat, as if his power were… leaking.
What do you do?
