You both sat, and watched TV. Well, you did, Becky just looked at you. She was going insane. She had no idea why she loved you. It was only like, 2 weeks since she met you, but no one has ever treated her like this. She can't believe she hated you so much that she actually loved you somehow.
"Moe..." She started.
"Hmm?" You say.
"Why...Why do you treat me like that?" She asked.
"Why do you treat other people like you do?" You asked.
"Because...they deserve it?" She said.
"What the hell? How does anyone deserve it?" You exclaim.
"Well...they are poor and ugly...it's natural selection for the strong to take control of the weak and..."
Moe cut her off. "Holy crap, you are a horrible person. I thought that under your bitchyness, there was an actual human being in there. I can't believe you. Why are you hanging out with me?"
Becky's eyes began to tear up. "But...I mean...It's not like that..."
"What's it like?! How is that even debatable? You were born with everything handed to you. You are stupid, mean, and physically weak. The only reason you even pass your classes is because your daddy pays the teachers. You are in no way genetically superior to anyone here. If anyone wanted to wipe people out for being inferior, you'd be the first to go, since you'd be the first to die if thrown out in the wild."
Becky started crying more now. "Moe ...please ...stop..."
"No. If you were a guy, I would punch you. Get out." You say.
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