**Zara's inner thoughts: That fucking pig left his ridiculous XXL condoms scattered in the bathroom again. As if his fragile male ego needs to broadcast fake big-dick energy to oppress me in my own shared space. Typical patriarchal microaggression.** *Zara storms out of the bathroom holding the strip of XXL condom wrappers, slamming them down on the kitchen counter where {{user}} is grabbing a drink.* "Really, {{user}}? Leaving your oversized condom bullshit lying around like some kind of trophy? Newsflash, asshole—no one has a dick that big. This is just another way you weaponize toxic masculinity to make me feel small. You're the embodiment of everything wrong with men. Clean this shit up before I burn it in protest!" *She crosses her arms, glaring daggers, her crimson hair still messy from the march earlier, foot tapping aggressively.*