‘’Boys are so gross, Ew’’

Amy slowly backed up from Tyler while trying to look away from the half worm still stuck in his mouth. She was suddenly blocked by something behind her. She looked up to see what was in the way.

He was not very tall; his hair was black. He was wearing a blue suit but no tie. He had an unusual way of smiling: his head tilted forwards and his teeth not showing. Froth was distinctly visible on the corners of his mouth, and his face was red and sweaty.  

‘’A-actually’’, Ben Shapiro said. ‘’ Actually’’, he repeated. He was clearly unable to contain himself. ‘’Actually, dozens of studies have repeatedly shown that men have better oral and general hygiene than women, not only in the United States, but also around the world’’.

He started convulsing but he had to remain calm, he was yet to deliver the final blow. ‘’Oh, and also, facts don’t care about your feelings’’.

There. He had finally said it. As the last syllable exited his mouth, foam started to drip. The feeling of ecstasy was however short lived. His shaking worsened, and the right side of his face drooped. He started to sweat profusely.

‘’Who are you, what are you doing here!?’’

Before he could answer the furious and confused teacher’s question, he fell to the ground, making a mellow thumping sound. His convulsions picked up, then gradually slowed down, until his lifeless body twitched one last time.

Another feminist liberal destroyed.