You Can’t Look Away
You must look at my nephew. You must. He’s beautiful.
Hey fundies, look at this beautiful child. He was created by choice. Isn’t he precious? Yes, yes he is.

“What? Me? Nope, I did not do it.”

“Why are you taking me out there? Why! Oh! The Humanity!”
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