Speak the truth, consequences be damned

"Beans and toast are not food. Trans women are women. British people have never had a civilization, they have only destroyed real civilizations."

She calls in the buff nurses. They come in and restrain you as you struggle. They're too strong.

"Ladies, this is democracy manifest." In the chaos, they accidentally grab your penis.

"Get your hands off my penis!"

Rowles flies out of her chair, her eyes glowing blue. The colours of the British flag appear perfectly.

"Britano Lobotonum"

With a flash of light, you become numb.

The nurse pushes you downstairs. You gaze at the walls and the lights.

"How are you doing today, John?"

"I like Harry Potter." you say, drool slipping out of your mouth.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"Bangers and mash."

"Sir, could you speak clearly?"

"Bangers and mash." you repeat.

"He's speaking gibberish. I think that Rowles went too far."

"John?" a black nurse says.

"Harry Potter" you say.

"Oh my god. This has gone too far. I wanted him to feel bad, but this... not like this..."

The nurses do something. You listen to the gentle humming of the lights.

"We're going to get you out of there, John, just stay with me. Alright?"

"It's called football, not soccer" you say, reflexively. The nurse wipes the drool from your mouth.

You hear loud noises. Bangs, screams. You smell something similiar.

"No, you can't kill me. You're not real women!" someone says. You hear a loud bang.

"You killed her."

"It was necessary."

"But what about the other witches? They'll surely fight to control this island."

"Then we shall defend it. I will not let me or anyone else live in tyranny. "

"And with what shall we defend it with? Our ammunition is already limited. Most nurses can't even fire."

You listen to the humming of the lights.

"We will defend it with sticks if we have to. But I know someone with a high position in the Democratic Peoples' Republic of Korea. We can ally ourselves with them."

"And what about..."

"You leave that to me."

The black nurse comes closer to you.

"Hey John, how are you feeling?"

"The monarchy brings tourism"

She sighs.

"Do you want to see the Queen?"

"Yes!" you say. You're filled with joy at the thought of seeing that evil old crone.

"You'll be with her soon. Just put your mouth on this metal stick."

"Okay"

You suck the metal stick that will teleport you to the queen.

"Goodbye, John"

She cries. Probably out of joy. Maybe out of jealousy. Within seconds, all of your pain has ended.

THE END