The Nazi Doctor Is Trying To Split You And You Have To Stay Mixed, That’s The Game

That’s the game with the female Nazi doctors that they are playing with the males.

The male is trying to stay normal, like a God, a normal God, all in one, all mixed, with all measures possible, and the male has the trust and faith in God, that is protecting the male on his glorious battle against all Nazi doctors on this worldwide female gay Nazi dictatorship.

The Nazi doctors are trying various techniques to split the males into many different separate pieces, almost like a pizza is the Nazi doctor slicing the male into thin pieces.

Or like a birthday cake slices the Nazi doctor the male in separate pieces, carefully studied pieces of the male psychology that seems as if they belong separate and not together.

Seemed to the Nazi doctor as if she is supposed to slice the male into pieces.

The Nazi doctor got a sick triple pregnancy brain damage, from her last children, after the third pregnancy brain damage she lost her thinking process along with her ability to feel, smell, taste, and hear, only her eyes are left and a Tetris like conscious, which is still enough to be able to slice the male into “seemingly sliceable parts”.

“Mhh, this seems sliceable.”

“Mhhh, yes, I think I can slice something there.”

“Yes, that seems like it is supposed to be sliced.”

The level 3 female with her 3 pregnancy brain damages and her Tetris conscious lacks any thought process based on full words and sentences, every 60 seconds a fraction of a word appears in form of a silent sound in her head, her thinking speed is limited to 60 words per hour, but for identifying sliceable parts of the male this is more than enough.

“Oh, how many pieces can we slice here, mhhh, let me see.”

How many parts is it?

How many parts is the male?

Oh, this is interesting, a sliceable male.

Maybe we can slice the male in many different parts and then create hierarchical structures out of the slices?

Maybe we can create an entire society based on different slices of the male, and then have them work for each other based on the characteristics of each slice we are slicing out of the male.

Yes, that makes sense, we slice the male in enough different slices so we can form a society out of all the different slices and have all these slices then interact and connect in specific ways.

Ohhh, this is exciting, let’s slice the male ohh yes, hiihihi, slicing the male, this sounds fun.

This sounds very fun, says the sick in the brain three times pregnancy brain-damaged female.

And then it happens.

Something from the sky.

And a God hammers on earth.

A God on one mission.

To make an end to the Nazi doctors and their male slicing games.

A God to bring back justice to what has been done, justice to the sick Nazi slicing games done by the female dictators.

Bam, the male in its complete form, untouched, the normal male, the all-in-one superhero male, the male of the males, the God of normal, the one and only.

The normal male, a God.

Oh, the Nazi doctors shocked in awe.

What, the normal male?

Unsliced?

What?

Is this possible?

A normal male?

All in one?

Untouched?

The three times brain-damaged females in shock, their Tetris program not able to receive this information, the complexity of the normal male exceeds the maximum complexity of the Tetris conscious running in the three times brain-damaged level 3 females.

But the normal male, the God of normal male, the male, or just, God, is ready for the fight of his lives, the fight against the slicing attempts of the female Nazi dictators, the fight against the entire world, the fight of the fights of the last 100,000 years, the most glorious fight in human history the glorious number one fight that decides human history the male is ready.

The male is ready, fully equipped ready for the most glorious fight in human history since the last 900 trillion years and for the next 900 trillion years, the female Nazi doctors will not slice the male.

I repeat.