MANHUNT DIALECTICS

The scene is a dimly lit hotel room on the outskirts of the Roppongi district. The only light in the room emanates from an opened laptop, illuminating a corpulent face and red hair tied in a top-knot. He is furiously tapping at the keys, a sick smile on his face. He is muttering while he is typing.

"And that's why I think Bernie Sanders is a far right op, sent to destroy the American left by the botnet in and around the Ukraine."

He makes one last click before rubbing his hands together and smiling.

"The nerds and trolls in r/politicsunchained are going to cope and seethe at this rejoinder."

He fumbles behind him to grab a bottle, Mountain Dew Violet, an exclusive in Japan. He takes a long, sloppy pull from the bottle before slamming it down.

"Alright, I'm ready to do it. I'm ready to win Manhunt, now, to make my final preparations."

He goes to Google and types "how to do wrestling moves to people good" in the searchbar.

"PRIME isn't going to know what has hit it. Felix Mullen will RULE THE DAY!" he says with a loud, unsettling, somehow nasal cackle.