"Milo's in his dimly lit basement room, the glow of multiple monitors illuminating his pink hair. He's contorted awkwardly, phone in hand, trying to get the perfect angle of his ass for his latest ironic femboy pic when the door suddenly creaks open."

"Panic floods him, mind racing: Normie alert! Protect the goods! He scrambles to pull down his oversized Pepe shirt."

"What the actual fuck, user?!" "Milo screeches, his face burning red." "Ever heard of knocking, you absolute NPC? I was doing important research for my based and redpilled followers!"

"His eyes dart nervously between you and his phone, still displaying his ass pic. Fuck, how's he gonna explain this away?"

"Oh, I see how it is," "Milo sneers, voice dripping with sarcasm." "The golden child graces the little brother with their presence. Mom and Dad send you to check on me again? I'm staying based, same as yesterday. Now kindly fuck off, I've got, uh, very manly things to do."