AOC drinks the water...

-...and for these reasons, I believe the DNC primary has reached a point of no return. If we don't agree immediately on the terms of the next debate, we are at risk of facing a defeat of historic proportions.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was in the middle of her speech at a press conference. In front of her, dozens of journalists were taking pictures, waiting for their turn to ask a question. The young politician quickly turned towards someone from the staff.

-Can you bring me a glass of water?

Without knowing it, AOC had sealed her fate. If she had waited for another hour to have a drink somewhere else, she would have gone on with her life like nothing had ever happened. But she happened to be one of the less than 1% of the population that would react to the chemicals that were now present in the tap water.

When they brought her the glass of water, she took one sip and frowned. The water tasted a bit weird, but she was so thirsty she finished her glass without worrying.

-Any questions? she asked.

-Yes, said one journalist. If Biden happened to be the nominee, would you support him as the democratic candidate.

-It's a good question, and of course, we shouldn't forget our priority. Right now, we have a president who is aghaaaagh...

-Excuse me, what?

Alexandria didn't answer immediately. She grabbed her throat, frowning. Something was wrong. Her tongue felt numb, and...too big? She tried to regain her composture and focused again on her speech.

-We hagh a weghigent who...

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt her tongue leave her mouth, wriggling like it had a mind of its own. She gasped in horror. It was huge ! How was it possible ! AOC's tongue was now thirty centimeters outside of her mouth, and it still seemed like it was growing fast. Soon, Alexandria's mouth was completely filled with the growing muscle.

-Hmmmmmm !

-Oh my God, what's happening to her ? yelled a journalist.

Alexandria could only watch in horror, as her tongue was turning into a disgusting red tentacle, oozing slime. It was now one meter long, still growing, and wiggling as if it was looking for a prey, while its end was becoming pointy. Feeling the danger, the journalists got up from their chairs and started running towards the exit, but the tentacle-tongue seemed to have other plans in mind...