You are Obsolete, Ms. Tinder Slut

With artificial wombs on the way, we can picture the hearings that these sluts are going to go through before this council that I’m going to be in charge of.

Slut: I am a Tinder slut, sir. That is my occupation. That is my profession. If you people choose to call that obsolete…
Chancellor: A Tinder slut. Having to do with sucking chad cock?
Slut: Yes sir, chad cock.
Chancellor: And since there are no more human pregnancies, there are no more sluttings. Therefore, it follows there would be little use for the services of a Tinder slut. Case in point, a furry would say his profession is shitting in a litter box. And, of course, since the state has proven that furries are gay pedophiles, that would make the function of a furry somewhat academic as well.
Slut: Furries are unique individuals expressing themselves!
Chancellor: You are in error, Ms. Tinder Slut. Furries are gay pedophiles. The state has proven that they are twisted and sick.
Slut: You cannot erase furries with an edict!
Chancellor: You are obsolete, Ms. Tinder Slut.
Slut: A lie. No slut is obsolete!
Chancellor: You have no function, Ms. Tinder Slut. You’re an anachronism. Like a ghost from another time.
Slut: I am nothing more than a reminder to you that you cannot destroy blowjobs by deleting my account.
Chancellor: You’re a bug, Ms. Tinder Slut. A crawling insect. An ugly, misformed little creature who has no purpose here, no meaning.
Slut: I am a human being!
Chancellor: You’re a prostitute, Ms. Tinder Slut. A dealer in vaginal juices and two cent suckjobs and licking taint and jacking men off while they watch Netflix and the musty insides of a gooey hole that spews out a vile stench. Pussy, Ms. Tinder Slut, that has no substance and no value like black people, like the Mexicans, like a vacuum that you believe has relevance because it is filled with moist goo!
Slut: I don’t care. I tell you, I don’t care! I am a human being! And if I suck one chad off and he ejaculates on my face, that memory of spoog on my face lives, even after I’ve been shoveled into my grave!
Chancellor: Delusions, Ms. Tinder Slut. Delusions that you inject into your barren womb. The narcotics that you call pussy juice. The blowjobs, the handjobs, sex acts of all kinds are an opiate to make you think you have a strength when you have no strength at all! You have nothing but spindly limbs and a dream and the state has no use for your kind!

Enjoy your decisions, ladies!