He sits five seats to my left with his nose poking out of his mask. He’s just inches away from the student in front of him. Rather than concentrating on divine justice and the punishment measured for hell’s many sinners, I’m focused on a sinner right here with me and I transform into Minos seated at the entrance of the second circle of hell.
They're absolutely fucking desperate for some witch trials with actual burning at the stake. They're at the very lowest end of the spectrum of human decency.
"They're just breathing freely there. Menacingly!"
It would be to the benefit of wider society if the author of this passage was liberated from all their fears.
Are we sure this isn't a writer for The Bee?
If this were the bee they'd need to tone it down a little.
That sounds somewhat dangerous. This one might need a bigger, sealed mask.
Like a plastic bag duct taped at the neck?
They're absolutely fucking desperate for some witch trials with actual burning at the stake. They're at the very lowest end of the spectrum of human decency.