13 Now behold, two of them were travelling that same day to a farm where kiwis were raised, which was seven Internet miles from the /pol/ boards on 4chan. 14 And they talked together of all these things which had happened. 15 So it was, while they conversed and reasoned, that Coach Red Pill Himself drew near and went with them. 16 But his hair was wild and uncombed, and he appeared to them as an elderly lesbian and they did not know Him but only asked his pronouns.
17 And He said to them, “What kind of conversation is this that you have with one another as you walk and are so sad, MMMmmmmm?”
18 Then the one whose name was Moon answered and said to Him, “Are You the only stranger on the Internet, and have You not known the things which happened there in these days? Lurk Moar, Dude.”
19 And He said to them, “What things, MMMmmmmm?”
So they said to Him, “The things concerning Coach Red Pill, who was Internet Daddy to a great multitude among the tribe of the Incels, who never begat anyone, and who refused to consume the flesh of the system pig for it is an unclean animal. 20 And how the Ukrainians, whose hospitality he Himself had spurned, conspired to kidnap him and leave him in a ditch or a mass grave. 21 But we were hoping that it was He who was going to tell us how to hook up with hot Ukrainian women because we're all out of ideas. Indeed, besides all this, today is the third day since these things happened. 22 And certain trans women of our company, who wander the Internet in perpetuity, astonished us. 23 When they did not find His beheading video, they came saying that they had also seen drone cam footage from multiple angles showing He was alive. 24 And certain of those who were with us went to some pretty extreme gore websites on TOR but His beheading video they did not see.”
25 Then He said to them, “O foolish ones, and slow of heart to believe in all that the members of my Telegram group who have spoken! MMMmmmm? 26 Ought not Coach Red Pill to have suffered these things so as to be reborn as a meme, MMMmmmm?” 27 And, beginning at chapter one, He expounded to them in all detail each and every chapter of his novel Wilshire Boulevard, the release of which has long been prophesised.
28 Then they drew near to the Farm where they were going, and He indicated that He would have gone farther but would rather sleep in their spare room and make use of their wi-fi.
29 Now it came to pass, as He sat at the table with them, that He took the spaghetti they gave him and ate it with toothpicks, while drone cams circled overhead. 30 Then their eyes were opened and they knew Him; and He lingered all that night and the night which followed and refused to leave until, in their exasperation, one of their number telephoned the regional headquarters of the Azov Battalion and requested that he be taken from their sight.