I'm not crazy! At least, I don't think I am. I know that they are. Oh yes, those feminists - the craziest crazies to walk the land. Taking all our jobs, and demanding equality - no, superiority.
Fuck their mind games. I won't let them influence me. No. Not one bit. Nah. No way. Not like they were beginning to influence my main man.
 
I nipped that one in the bud. Couldn't bear to see him suffer their indignities and their ravenous vaginas. Fucking succubi. So, I invited him up to the roof. Drank some whiskey. Gave him a shove. A peaceful way to go. No doubt dead on impact. Better than having his energy drained. Oh yes. Better than to suffer the slings and arrows of misfortune. Who wrote that? I can't remember. Probably that Shakespeare guy. Can't blab. Can't let the police know it wasn't an accident. Must continue to fight the good fight. What's that? A knock at the door?
 
"Hey Kenji, open up!"
 
"Who is it?"
 
"It's me, Hisao!"