The sight of a crowd made up of 80% male minds and 80% female bodies is frankly nauseating, and you choose to leave before the inevitable moment where they all tear their clothes off and form a giant pile of writhing bodies.
You leave the Cos Con, heading out into the relatively more sane streets, tearing the cardboard MJOLNIR suit from your body as you go and dumping it in the first bin you find.
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