"I don't know, let me think. Well being part of an oppressed class is not really that great!" Delilah snarled at Jerry, as she adjusted her 1950's cat style glasses.
Jerry looked confused. He wanted a hot babe, not some fat, passive aggressive SJW.
"But how do it feel to have straight male privilege!? How do that feel Jerry?! What is it like to be the same gender as the president, hummm?! Oh, I'm sorry how is it like to be the same gender as all the presidents?! What is that like Jerry, you you fucking bastard?!" Delilah yelled at Jerry, while marching towards him in her army bootes.
"Oh fuck, your totally psycho for god sake!" Jerry said.
She stopped dead in her tracks. She looked totally aghast. And totaly diffrent. She was a lot thiner and wore a lot more conservative clothing.
"You dare use the lord's name in vain!?" she screamed. Then she grabed a kitchen knife from the tabel. A second later Jerry had to holde her back from stabbing him in his throat. Lucky for him so were she short and frail while he was tall and buff.
"This is fucking crazy! What the fuck are I gonna do with you!?"