As Colin came to, he found himself in a strange place. It was this big room in which he was bound to the floor by ropes alongside several other guys. There were women, musclar women in jackets toting rifles. In front of him a podium, above him a bright light. "Uhhhhh.... Wha? Where am I? What's going on?" Colin asked.
"Shut up, pig!" one of the women yelled as she slapped him across the face.
'What did I do?' he thought.
"Now now, I think these... men... deserve some kind of explanation at the very least." a voice commanded. Out of the shadows steeped a rotund woman in a dark jacket with chopped up blue hair and sunk in hazel eyes.
"I am the head of the Women's Collation, and army united against the attack on women everywhere. The mass transformation of our gender into male pleasing, oversexualized forms to suit a sexist agenda that is nothing but a travesty!" she boomed.
"You're blaming guys on all of this crazy shit?" yelled a man right next to Colin. He was shot in the head immediately.
"Not all men... no, the victims here extended to those who are trans and homosexual, forced into comforming to male ideology! We will not stand for it! Anything that any of you would like to say to that?" the leader asked.
Colin's response was...