You look up. A slut comes tumbling out of the sky! Oh my goodness. Before you have time to ask where she came from, yet another slut comes tumbling out of the sky. This one actually hits you on her way to the ground. You stagger. There are sluts everywhere! How do you know they’re sluts? Oh, you know. You just know. There are more sluts falling from the sky. It is a literal deluge of sluts! You’re running, dodging bodies when a particularly large slut lands right on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
A respectable citizen pokes their head out of a building as the horrifying downpour of sexual liberation (oh no) and clothes that show relatively more skin than yours (OH NO) continues, shouting, “Is there anyone out here who isn’t a slut?”
Alas, buried under the ever mounting pile of people that you’ve voluntarily placed a dichotomy separating you from them that totally isn’t false on, your croaks for help can’t reach their ears.
You will die in this place