Karen Viable had partied till the early morning hours, disregarding her neighbors noise complaints. That teal bastard had finally bitten the grass.

Finally the world was free! Finally she was free to write all the true things in the world into her book. She ignored the hammering knocks that slowly but surely sounded like a vandalism attempt. Maybe she should call the police?

Karen decided to call the police, but no one was present at this early hour. A serious mishap.

She could have been attacked during this time and no one would have been there to help.

I finally managed to bash that damn door in. That woman just could not stop antagonizing NiceTeal. Didn't she write the Viable? She would have to stop as it now was my time eventually... when I finish this chapter, of course after I manage to rebrand this into something functional. I might have to stop posting every day... anyway. "Karen that's enough partying for today!", I shout at the blonde woman.

"You-", she attempts to say with that unrelenting look in her eyes "Nope, I don't want to hear it. All that patriarchy bullshit doesn't give you the right to do anything you want. And no me being clearly part of the patriarchy does not give you the right to continue going against it ok?" she tries the next thing and I let her talk. "I took the kids. You got no one and are just writing that damn Viable in which everything is fake. Pathetic little man.", she cruelly states.

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Yes that are just fictional kids you are reading about, no actual kids were hurt in the writing of this book. Nevertheless this is a book you are reading so excuse me as I got to cry in a corner.

Karen watched the little man cry in the corner, feeling more satisfaction than ever since they had a fictional breakup in which she took the fictional kids. She had defeated the patriarchy, which Hungry Visitor always claimed to be part of.

Violent pink energy broke through her blonde hair, this had to be... matriarchy.

Karen decided to become the new world leader in this night.

They would be in danger, and they would have to call the manager.

God woke up with a headache on the barren ground of a formerly perfect lawn. In the streets people were attacked by giant bacteria, truly that was the third NewOrc incident. If just Bilie la Grille had never thrown that H-bomb on WhoLand all of this would never have happend.

Walther began to understand that he, the holy father, the pater arcus, had been returned to power.

Suddenly God recieved a call by his angel Mickeyael Mousse.

"Hello Mickeyael, it has been too long. Are you well?", God asked, but Mousse was not in the mood to do small talk.

"There is a crazy woman at my doors, wanting to speak to the manager. Mr.Nice is dead, so what should I do?", Mickeyael sounded panicked, his high voice sounding like sweat and tiredness.

"Tell her, that she will see the new manager. It has been too long since I smote for my own beliefs.", God answered, already rubbing his hands in IsRealic manner.