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.