"The bugman walked onto his SF balcony and lifted his countenance to the sprawl of turd-ridden streets stretching out before him. His Steven Universe bathrobe twisted in the fragrant breeze. He sipped from a cup of Soylent Green and screenshotted Elon's tweet, scrolling past acres of tranny porn. 'You said [sp] little shit,' he posted. A sly grin formed on his lips in a way, he thought, that was not unlike Jon Stewart's. Satisfied, he lifted his cup to the fentanyl addict nodding on the sidewalk below and went inside."