INCEL

“INCEL”

BY: JEFFERY CHARLES NIGHSWANDER

SCENE ONE

(The stage is empty except for a table downstage with a chair facing it so the actor will be delivering his lines facing the audience. Henry enters stage left. His arms are behind his back as though they are in handcuffs. He turns back to downstage and mimes the handcuffs being removed by the guard. He rubs his wrists as he sits down in the chair facing the audience. He looks up and to the left indicating that he is speaking to a guard.)

HENRY

Thanks Reggie.

(Henry takes a pack of cigarettes out of the breast pocket of his prison uniform. He takes a cigarette out and juts his chin upward indicating for the guard to light it. Then he takes a couple of puffs to get it going before he takes it out of his mouth looking down at the cigarette in his hands before looking up to the guard again.)

HENRY

And, thank you again. You sir are a gentleman and a scholar. (Laughs slightly.) You know how long this guy is going to be? (Takes a drag of his cigarette.) I mean, don’t get me wrong this beats my cell, but I’m just wondering is all.

(Henry listens as the guard says “I believe he’s on his way now,” and then he sits up strait and pushes his hair over with his hand.)

HENRY

Oh, ok. Good, don’t have to sit here waiting. That’s good. I mean, he’s here to see ME after all isn’t he?

(Henry stands up as the writer enters the room and after a couple of seconds extends his hand across the table.)

HENRY

Henry Bells, nice to meet you. You probably know me as Necro Doom Lord, but with underscores after each word though, that’s my handle. As far as I know I’m the only Necro Doom Lord online, well on Reddit, Twitter, Youtube, or any of the incel forums that is. Well, at least I WAS on Twitter, until they de-platformed me. Twitter’s a joke anyway. They deplatform anyone who doesn’t toe the liberal party line. They kicked Milo off just for making some jokes. Fucking censorship, but I guess it’s not MY problem anymore.

(Henry shakes the hand of the man writer and sits down. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth holding it in his hand.)

HENRY

You don’t mind if I smoke do you?

(Henry puts it back in his mouth and continues smoking. From this point on cigarette acting will be at the discretion of the actor, unless otherwise noted.)

HENRY

Good, good. It’s one of the few things I got in here after all. Smoking and the yard. Other than that all you got is time, and conversations I suppose. They hooked me up with a job in the library. That’s cool. I think they did it because I’m nerdy. I’m not complaining it beats some of the other jobs they got in here. Over the phone you said you’re a writer? You ever write for anything I may have read?

(Henry listens as the writer talks about the various magazines and journals he’s been published in.)

HENRY

Oh yeah, yeah, I heard of that one. That’s one of those kind uppity libtard rags outta New York right? I mean, no offense or anything. I’m just saying I’ve heard of it. The rest of those I don’t know, but don’t suppose it really matters none. It’s not like anyone’s beating down my door to talk. So where do you wanna start?

(Henry listens as the writer says “Well, first I need you to sign these papers saying you consent to this interview and me publishing what You say.” Then Henry reaches across the table for a pen while using his other hand to slide some papers closer so he can sign them. Starts signing his name.)

HENRY

Yeah, no problem. I get it. Got to have legal permission every time you fucking breathe these days. Everybody’s so god damn quick to sue people. Shit, I know ALL about that. No problem.

(Henry hands the pen and the papers back across the table to the writer.)

HENRY

Now, I know you can’t pay me, because it’s illegal and shit. I get that. Maybe since if this book of yours is successful- This ain’t for a book? What are you- What kind of paper? You’re getting paid for THAT right? Well, whatever it is, since YOU are making money off MY story. Do you think maybe we could work something out? Nothing illegal or anything. Just like a carton of smokes next time you come by? Something like that? I gotta buy my own in here. Not that I’m making much money. Prison slave labor system being what it is.

(Henry looks intently as he awaits a response. The writer says “Sure, I think that would be ok.”)

HENRY

Ok cool. I appreciate that. You know how it is. It’s the little things in here that count. Well, I mean maybe you don’t know how it is EXACTLY, I’m sure you’ve heard enough about prison. Probably watched enough TV shows and movies about prison. You most likely know THAT MUCH about being inside. So, should we start, or what? I mean it’s your dime. Kind of a dated phrase huh? Even relative to pay phones not being around anymore. They were still a considerable bit more than a dime for a long time before they got rid of them. I’ve never used one personally. I think they were still around when I was a kid, but I’ve never called anyone on a payphone. Ugh, I shouldn’t even MENTION phones. God, I miss my phone. Sometimes I get this sudden anxiety like I lost it or left it somewhere. Then I remember “Duh, you’re in PRISON retard.” (Henry laughs and takes a drag of his cigarette.) Really, I miss my laptop. They won’t let us have computers in here. I guess it’s because the inmates could like, plan escapes or some shit. They could monitor them for that right? Meh, people would fight over them anyway. I just miss having access to the forums and of course Reddit. They have a TV in here. You’re at the mercy of boomer style TV channels though. Plus, the TV room is not very safe to say the least. I try to avoid it, but I mean I’m a child of the digital age right? I was watching TV and shit before I was sucking on a bottle.

(Henry listens as writer asks “What kind of movies do you like?”)

HENRY

Movies? Action mostly. Science Fiction. I used love comic book movies, before they started pushing all these (makes air quotes) “agendas” in them. I’m almost at the point though where I’d watch some kind of Jake Gyllenhaal rom-com bullshit. Just kidding. I’d rather find a rope then watch that kind of male-faggotry. The way they’re politicizing everything these days superhero flicks are already basically nothing more than liberal propaganda films. I might as well let ole Jake G shove blue pills down my throat for an hour and a half. Really that’s why I stopped watching movies all together. Well, before I ended up in here anyway.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What do you mean agendas?”)

HENRY

I just meant, ever since they started injecting politics into superhero movies they’ve went to shit. Now they’re nothing more than vehicles to push identity politics. It’s not enough to just have the movies people want like Superman or Batman. Now Wonder Woman has to get HER own movie too. Even that’s not enough. You have to celebrate her gender. (In a stereotypical gay voice.) “Oh, it’s the first female superhero movie! Wow, look how far we’ve come.” Not that it was anyway. Hello! Super Girl? Fucking social justice warriors never know what the fuck they’re talking about.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “You don’t think they should make movies for diverse characters?”)

HENRY

I understand that they have to put women and gays or whatever, in the movies. I get that, but do you really have to make such a big deal about it? We all know they exist. We all know that we’re supposed to pretend we’re all (makes air quotes) “equal.” So can they just shut up about it? (Laughs.) Just go back to making kick ass movies and shit.

(Henry listens as writer asks “What about equal representation?”)

HENRY

Equal representation should still mean ACCURATE representation right? If they want more women on screen I that’s one thing, but then they also want to push some false narrative that women can do anything men can do. I mean, we all know it’s bullshit. Doesn’t stop them from cramming it down our throats though. Also, the writing sucks. It’s not enough to have a female superhero either. They have to mention that she’s female every five seconds. Even then, it’s not enough to keep beating us over the head with her gender. They have to put down men while doing it. It’s all designed to make you think that women are better than men. Which, is bullshit. Basic science tells us that much.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Can you expound on that, what do you mean by basic science?”)

HENRY

Ok, for instance, take upper body strength. It’s all well and good to be (makes air quotes) “open minded,” but what happens when one of these trannies, sorry (makes air quotes.) “Trans-women” starts fighting real women in the UFC? Then all of the sudden you got a dude beating the shit out of a woman. Which we’re not supposed to do right? So why does it become ok if I just say I’m a woman too? Come on. That proves that men and women are different right? Also, I saw a video on youtube where they were talking about how there’s these studies that show that men are better at math and science than women. Fucking Milo Yiannopoulos was talking to Joe Rogan about that shit on his podcast, and he’s fucking queer as a soccer bat. Milo that is, not Joe. You get me right? There’s a reason why they have a lady golf league. It ain’t due to any locker room situations. Then you got all these movies and comics trying to force this feminist brainwashing down our throats. I’m just trying to be entertained not be indoctrinated. It’s just annoying. It goes deeper than that too. You look at what they are doing to kids in school. They changed all the books and stuff. It’s no longer young boys in the pictures doing everything it’s girls now. Boys aren’t even allowed to be boys. They are told to be quite. To let girls be the center of attention. They’re sedated with medicine like Ritalin. Boys are punished like a shit load more than girls. They drop out of school more too. People wonder what happened to the family in America? We no longer have strong fathers, because we no longer raise strong men. Now we raise them to be betas and look where it’s gotten us. There’s studies to back all this up. I don’t know them off hand, but you go on Youtube, Return to Kings, Info Wars, The Joe Rogan Experience, Milo’s stuff. They all talk about this. It’s basically a known fact that there is a feminist agenda to turn men into women. Some people say it was started by The Russians.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Have you always been so political?”)

HENRY

I wouldn’t say I’ve always been political no. I have been into politics for some time. I guess I should say that I started out getting into social politics. That got me into whats going on with the government, or in schools. It all started with me not being able to fit in, or get girls. People forget that. I never wanted to be caught up in all this political stuff, but it directly affected my life. That’s what they don’t talk about on the news when they talk about me. They don’t talk about how THEY did this to me. I’m a product of THEIR screwed up society.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “Does it bother you when they talk about you on the news?”)

HENRY

No, it doesn’t bother me at all that people are talking about me on the news. It’s the whole point. I WANT them to talk about me. It’s why I did it. It’s important that they talk about me. It gets my message out there. This debate is long overdue. They’ve ignored men like me for far too long. We have let the social justice warriors bully us into not having this type of conversation for too long.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “What Conversation is that?”)

HENRY

Well, a conversation about political correctness being used as an excuse for censorship for one. About how it’s become like the law or something in America. About how we’ve let our need to pander to everyone trying to push some fringe identity create a country where it’s a sin to be a man. Well, a straight white man anyway. I’m just tired of giving up things. The more women push their takeover of OUR society the more men have to sacrifice. We have to give up OUR rightful role in the world we built. For what so these bitches can be (makes air quotes,) “empowered?” Empowered to do what? Take more shit away from men, that’s what.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What do you feel women are taking away from you?”)

HENRY

What about my pride for one? You can’t be proud to be a man anymore. If you have anything masculine about you it’s some kind of crime. Women get to be proud of their gender. It’s like how black people, and minorities, are trying to make it illegal to be proud to be white. They can throw entire parades for their race, but if you say you’re proud to be white they want to lock you up and shit. What happened to our country? What happened to the kind of men our father’s were? I mean they ruled their home and could walk down the street holding their heads high. Now, everywhere you look it’s fucking betas getting berated by their bitches. It’s just kind of sad. You can’t be a MAN anymore. Not a real man anyway. But try to tell some fucking freak show that SHE can’t be a man. Suddenly, you’re a bigot. But it’s cool if they tell you that YOU can’t be a man? What is that? You can only be masculine if you have a fucking twat?

(Henry listens while the writer asks “What is a real man? What does that mean to you?”)

HENRY

A real man is the kind of man who doesn’t have to beg for pussy. Doesn’t have to check shit off the “honey do list” everyday. A real man owns his bitch and walks down the street knowing he’s got a dick between his legs and doesn’t go around letting bitches shame him for it. A real man doesn’t take any lip off his woman. The older generation may have been a little rough back in the day, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Sometimes you got to shut a bitch up. That is, if you’re ever going to get some fucking peace and quiet. Real men know, and ACKNOWLEDGE, that men were DESTINED to be in charge. It’s in the fucking bible. While were at it, we didn’t all used to be a nation of whiny little faggots getting triggered every time someone mentioned religion. Of course that’s another issue isn’t it? Nowadays you can’t even talk about God without some libtard going ballistic.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “Do you consider yourself religious?”)

HENRY

Nah, I’m not into religion. I don’t need some magical sky fairy and some shit covered desert wizard to tell me how to live my life. The point is though that I wouldn’t be allowed to be even if I were would I? I mean, unless you’re a fucking Muzzie, or a Zionist. Then it’s cool, but the mere existence of Christianity is (makes air quotes) “Offensive.” Just another bullshit liberal double standard. Fucking Muslims can blow themselves up in record numbers try acknowledging that their religion promotes terrorism. Then once again...(Stands up, leans over the table towards the audience raising both hands up in exasperation.) YOU’RE A FUCKING BIGOT!

(Suddenly Henry sits back down and is motioning to the guard that he isn’t going to be violent.)

HENRY

It’s cool, it’s cool. I’m calm. I’m calm. Sorry, didn’t mean to rile you up Reggie. I was just making a point. You know what I’m talking about anyway. You know how those fucking Muzzies are like cockroaches in here. They’re brown and they’re everywhere. (Laughs.)

(Henry motions to the guard again that he’s going to remain calm.)

HENRY

Deal. I’m calm. My bad Reggie.

(Henry looks back at the writer.)

HENRY

Sorry about that. I lose my shit sometimes when I start talking about what’s going on in America today. You’ve got to understand this shit ruined my life.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “How did it ruin your life?”)

HENRY

How did it ruin my life? Are you kidding me? My whole life I’ve been tortured by women. Never good enough for them. It’s natural to want to have a girlfriend. It’s only human nature to want to fuck. Do you know how fucking cruel it is for women to be so fucking stuck up? They USE sex as some kind of way to climb the social latter. They don’t want to give it up unless you’re some Chad, or some loser willing to beta buck their way into some pussy. Then, you have all those fucking blue pill cucks who defend these whores. How did they ruin my life? They made the world I live in a fucking nightmare.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “You through out a lot of terms there I’ve never heard like Chad, Beta Buck, and Blue Pill what do they mean?”)

HENRY

Really? You’ve never heard of Chad’s, Beta Bucking, or The Blue Pill? Do you live under a fucking rock? This shit is everywhere online. The revolution is underway and you’re just stumbling onto the lexicon? Well, I guess I’ll give you a quick run down. A Chad is a fucking douche who was born perfect and never had to worry about anything. Picture some Ben Affleck mother fucker. Of course that mother fucker is kept up by stem cells from Planned Parenthood abortions, but all of Jewywood is. Fucking Illuminati. Anyway, a Stacie is some uppity cunt, super fuckable, but worthless in every other way. Like all women are. A Becky is a sub 8 beta bitch basically. Still she has a twat between her legs so she can still fuck if she wants. Beta bucks, Beta Bucking, or Beta Maxing is when sub eight buys his way into getting pussy. Which works because all bitches are whores who will suck or fuck anyone with money. Of course they are only fucking him for his money though. It’s painful for them to stoop that low. So they get their alpha fucks in on the side with some Chad. Cheating sluts. The Blue Pill is the most obvious one, that’s from the Matrix. You remember that old ’90’s flick right?

(Henry listens as the writer says “Oh, I’ve never seen that. I don’t watch many movies.”)

HENRY

You didn’t see The Matrix? Like any of them? There’s three, but the last one sucked. Well, I guess if you didn’t see the first one there’s no point in seeing the other two. They were HUGE when I was a kid. They’re like the Star Wars of our generation. Especially since they ruined the ACTUAL Star Wars of our generation by pandering to social justice warriors. Yeah, I love The Matrix. They’re actually pretty decent movies. Despite the fact that one of the dudes who made them turned out to be a he-she. I guess even freak show libtards can fuck up make something good. Of course, you have to factor in that they’re also Scientologists. Between them and the fucking Zionists there isn’t really anyone else in the entertainment industry. There all fucking Illuminati Satanists anyway. Probably reptilians, but if they can make movies with good action, and without identity politics, I’m in. It doesn’t matter anyway. You don’t have to have seen them to understand what I’m saying. The basic concept is that you have two pills. One blue and one red. If you take The Blue Pill you stay blind. You don’t learn what the world is really like. If you take the red one your eyes are opened to the truth. Guys like me. Real men. We took The Red Pill. Chads, and beta faggots who defend women despite how crazy feminism has gotten. They took The Blue Pill.

(Henry listens while the writer says “You seem to be really angry about feminism.”)

HENRY

Like I said, I’m not into being delusional. Real equality was when women were women and men were men. Any idea of equality based on men and women being able to do the same shit is a liberal fairy tale. If anything those bitches had it too good back then. Any inequality in the genders really didn’t start until after the industrial revolution when society became about comfort. Men have always done all the hard work and women have always been the queens of the world being waited on hand and foot while men died to build civilization. Even poor women had it easier than poor men. All they had to do was pump out babies and clean house or some shit. Even by libtard standards of equality we gave women equality a long time ago, but that’s not stopping them from continuing to cry victim. They get paid basically as much as us now, they can also get any job they want. Of course, they only want the good ones. You don’t see any of these bitches running into coal mines, or fighting on the front lines. HELL, they’re even running for president and shit, but that’s not enough for them. No, they still want free drinks, even though they don’t put out, the door opened for them, even though they don’t put out, their chair pulled back, all that old school bullshit, and yet they STILL don’t put out. So, what they really got was superiority and for all the strength and power we gave up we get less pussy than ever before. It’s bullshit. As a straight white male I no longer have any advantage in society. If anything, I’m disadvantaged because we are still doing all the hard work, and we’re not even allowed to be real men when we get home at the end of the day. So what do you have? I mean really, men being turned into women, but still working harder than them. Straight men being shamed for not being fucking homos. White men being punished for being white. I mean, sorry for using this word, but they want to make straight white men into the new niggers. I’m sorry, I know you’re black and that shit probably enrages you. You too Reggie sorry. It’s just the truth. Nigger is just another word anyway. It’s not what you say that should count, but WHY you’re saying it. No, we aren’t moving towards equality. We’re moving past it. We’re moving towards the eradication of the straight white male.

(Henry listens while writer asks “Do you really think that’s true?”)

HENRY

Of course I think that’s true. They’re even proud of it. They created some hashtag a few years ago “Kill all straight white males.” I saw some Sargon video on Youtube about it. They want to get rid of all the straight white males. I mean how is that not a threat? I’m supposed to what? Bow down to genocide? Fuck that. I’ve spent my whole life in a concentration camp being emotionally abused by these fucking Fem Nazis. I’m not allowed to even question it? Fuck, if anything, I’m ridiculed and berated every time I fail to congratulate them for doing it.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “Can you tell me about your childhood?”)

HENRY

It was fucking horrible! My childhood was fucking horrible. I feel like that was a bit of a redundant as fuck question. I mean like I said before women have been ruining my life since I was born. My mother was a cunt. She constantly abused me emotionally. She tried her best to make me and my father’s life a living hell. Always nagging him and shit. All the girls at my school from elementary school to high school couldn’t be bothered with me. They never showed me any attention at all. I only had one girlfriend my entire childhood. I was alone for almost my entire life. I had a couple of friends, but they always treated me like there was something wrong with me. They were all scared of me when I would talk about how much I hated everyone at school. How much I wanted to punish them for shitting on me all the time. The Chads were like my own personal torturers. They used to call me faggot and beat me up all the time. Pretty much every day in school was hell. I could just never fit in.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Have you ever been diagnosed with any kind of autism, or any kind of personality disorder?)

HENRY

Oh, I know I have Autism. I just know it! I mean, I’m at least on the spectrum. I’ve never been diagnosed by a professional but I took an online quiz once. I wouldn’t have dared to bring that up to my parents though. They weren’t the (makes air quotes) “Therapy types.” I’m not crazy though, I’m just not wired in the right way to be social. If you’re not neurotypical then that’s just one more reason for women to not want you. Women are like sharks, they smell blood in the water from miles away, or in this metaphor a fault in a man. They judge you by a system of down voting that they have built into their brains. It all works in layers like an onion. The first layer is looks. The most important one. The second layer is psychological faults. The third layer is financial. That’s like a last excuse to give you some pussy. They’re so shallow that looks are just the first thing they notice, and care about. After that, they want you to be funny and to have a perfect personality. Which to them is based on how subservient you are. If you fail to make it through those two layers they check one last thing, if you’re rich or not. I’m not crazy, but I’m fat and below 5′8. I’m not a Blue Piller, so there goes the personality test. Last, I’m not rich. I mean it too when I say I’m not crazy. It’s the rest of the world that’s gone crazy. You’ve all gone crazy trying to compensate for the lack of reality in society. We live in a world where major celebrities are holding events to fight for the right of a man pretending to be a woman to use the women’s bathroom. Right beside little girls and everything. We live in a world where a woman is on the cover of Men’s Health Magazine. That shit is crazy.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Do you read Men’s Health Magazine?”)

HENRY

No I don’t read Men’s Health Magazine! That’s not the damn point! The point is that we got all this forced diversity and a whole world going crazy trying to adjust reality around it.

(Henry listens while the writer asks “Can you tell me about your family?”)

HENRY

Well, I was an only child. My mom was supposed to have had a girl before me, but she miscarried or something. They never really talked about it. I figure it was for the best though, last thing I needed was another cunt in my life. My parents were normal I guess, well my dad was. My mom was a fucking mess. My dad was great though. He was in the Army when he was younger, but that was WAY before I was born. He said his dad, my grandfather, put him in right before the end of Vietnam. He wasn’t old enough, but they just lied on his paperwork. He told me once that he didn’t want to go, but he was glad he did. Made a man out of him. He never talked about it much. I found a bunch of medals in a trunk in the attic. He must have really handled those fucking gooks over there. Don’t get me wrong I got nothing against Asian people, but we were at war with them. That’s what we called them. I don’t call modern Asians gooks, unless they piss me off on the forums. A lot of Incels are some kind of Asian. I guess it’s hard for Asian dudes to get pussy these days. It’s cause all those fucking Stacies are height supremacists.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What does being Asian have to do with it?”)

Really? You’re going to ask that? I mean is that how far we’ve gotten with all this P.C. bullshit? We can’t even state the obvious anymore? Ok, I guess I’ll be the one with the balls to say it...Asians are usually short. Both in height and between the legs. Just kidding about that second part, that’s a myth, or it might be. I don’t know. There aren’t a lot of Asia porn stars are though, are there? It’s like how black dudes are supposed to have big dicks. I’m not sure if it’s true or not. Black dudes don’t have much issue getting pussy though. This could be because white bitches are are fucking stupid and racist enough to believe that shit. You got a whole lot of white Beckys trying real hard to get some black dick. They don’t care how those dudes treat them. They even change the way they talk and shit. It’s pathetic. Anyway, when dad died it was pretty hard. I mean, he was my dad. I loved him. I miss him I guess. We didn’t talk a lot after I moved out, but you know how it is with family.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What do you mean by that?”)

HENRY

Oh, well...I mean you know how as you grow up you kind of drift away from your family. You mean to call ’em but you’re busy. I’m sure they meant to call me too, but you know everyone has their own life to live. Plus, my old man was old school so he was never on any platforms or anything. I set him up a Facebook account, but you know, guys from his generation they don’t go on Facebook. Even if it IS the only way to talk to their sons. Makes sense, he just wasn’t that into computers and shit.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “How long ago did he die?”)

HENRY

Let’s see he died around end of June 2018, maybe beginning of July. It’s hard to remember because we hadn’t talked for about a year or so before he passed away. He had cancer, and really he was just old anyway. It was bound to happen sooner or later. They didn’t have my number at the home he was in, because I had changed phones so they had to contact me by email.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Did you feel guilty? For not being there when he died?“)

HENRY

Guilty? No, not really. I suppose a little, but that’s normal right? I guess I could have talked to him more, but like I said you know how it is with family. I remember just feeling really depressed. It was like, the end of an era. He was my hero growing up, but then he was gone. It just really sunk in that we all die in the end. Then that made me super angry because I remember feeling like my life was being wasted.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What about your mom? Is she still alive?”)

HENRY

My mom? Oh, no. She died a long time ago, maybe ten years. We were never close though, I could’ve given a fuck less. She was always a pain in the ass. Even when I was young we never got along. It wasn’t like you would think most people are with their moms or anything. She was just not a happy person and seemed to think it was her mission in life to bring everyone else down with her. Like, how she was always nagging the old man. My dad worked his fucking ass off and what did he come home to? (Imitating his mom’s voice. This is the same voice he will use to imitate women the entire play.) “Why are you home so late? Where did you go? Are you fucking around? I bet you are! I bet you got some slut on the side! I should just fucking kill myself so you two can be together! I bet you’d love that!” I mean WHAT a nagging BITCH right? I always felt bad for my old man, but then again he was a real man. He didn’t need anyone to feel sorry for HIM. He knew how to handle his woman. He ran his fucking house. King of the castle and all that shit. Everyone once and a while he’d get sick of her fucking nagging dick washer and have to set her straight.

(Henry listens as the writer says “Did he abuse your mother?”)

HENRY

I guess. I mean, ABUSE is a strong word I think discipline is a better way to put it. That was just how it was back then. I mean dad’s discipline their kids right? Well, sometimes husbands have to discipline their wives. Today that would be some crazy concept though, at least it would be to all these dykes marching around crying every time a woman gets touched, while celebrating every time some bitch slaps a man or kicks a dude in the nuts. Usually though, all mom needed was a good grip around her throat. Sometimes though even that wouldn’t shut her up. I remember one day me and my friend Matt were playing video games She was drunk, as usual, and bitching up a storm. She was always drunk, but I guess that’s a luxury you have when you have no job. It as a Saturday so the old man had the day off. He was just relaxing on the front porch, having a few cold ones, surveying his territory, you know just enjoying some peace and quite. Out she comes (In the same mock woman’s voice.) “I’m sick of you taking money out of my purse. I need that for medicine!” She was always bitching about her (makes air quotes) “women’s issues.” I think she was going through menopause or something. She was always saying how she needed to go to the doctor for this or that, as though having a fucking cunt was like having cancer. We didn’t have that kind of money. Anyway, she was really showing her ass, and in front of my friend Matt too. You’d think she could just chill the fuck out for one Saturday. Well, Dad chilled her the fuck out alright. (Takes a drag of his cigarette and pauses for a second to remember.) She had come out bitching like four or five times, and he had enough. He stopped at the door, grabbed her by the throat pushing her back inside. Me and Matt were about four feet away in the living room when she said (In his fake woman’s voice, but this time with a strain like he was being choked, and with his hand around his throat.) “Oh, what are you gonna do kill me like you killed our daughter.” She was always saying crazy shit like that, and she WONDERED why she was always getting smacked around?

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What do you think she meant by that?”)

HENRY

Who knows what she meant? The bitch was crazy. She was always saying crazy shit. I guess she blamed him for losing the baby. Like it’s his fault her fucking twat was faulty. Women are always blaming men for all their problems. This time though, the old man had had enough.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What did he do?”)

HENRY

(Laughs.) Oh, he put head halfway through the wall. (Laughs.) No bullshit, we had fucking plaster walls or whatever the fuck walls are made out of. Dry wall? Is that the term? Anyway it one of the craziest things I had ever seen, especially at that age. It was like a fucking cartoon. He ACTUALLY put her head, or I guess about half of it, into the fucking wall. I remember her nose was perfectly halfway into the wall. It’s like, freeze framed into my mind. My cunt of a mother with this doe eyed expression on her face, half her head in the fucking wall. He just grabbed her by the side of the head and...

(Henry motions like he’s slamming someone’s head into a wall.)

HENRY

BOOM BITCH! Head meet wall. (Laughs.) She hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Nighty night bitch! (Impersonating Chris Tucker from the movie Friday, Henry jumps up and shouts at the ground as though he’s standing over his mother laying on the floor.) “You got knocked the fuck out!” (Henry laughs and sits back down.) I mean she was out cold for real.

(Henry pauses as the writer asks “How did that make you feel?)

HENRY

Well, at the time I was a little shocked, I WAS a kid after all, but I’d seen worse than that between the two of them. Mostly I was just pissed at her for starting that shit in front of Matt. She fucking lost THAT friend for me. After that he didn’t want to come over anymore, or even hang out at his house for that matter. Then at school on Monday Matt told everyone, and you KNOW I had to beat the shit out of him. Well...no one really won I guess. After that it was like I had the plague. All the kids made fun of me saying I had a shitty dad. I fought them every time though. I had to defend my old man. All because she just couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut. She never could. It only got worse. She kept embarrassing us by trying to run out on us. She kept pulling me out of school with her purple face and shit so EVERYONE could see. Always the fucking drama queen. She’d drag me to this or that women’s shelter, or “House of Ruth” bullshit. I’d bail of course and go back home, told the old man where he could find her. Didn’t change the fact though that she had already put our dirty laundry out on the street. Nah, that bitch ruined any chances I had of friends in elementary school. No one gave a fuck by the time I got to middle school but by then I was already to far gone. Nerdy as fuck, socially incapable of talking to anyone really, much less girls. She eventually learned her lesson and started shutting the fuck up, but it was already too late for me.

(Henry listens as the writer says “that must have been a difficult house to grow up in.”)

HENRY

I don’t know, maybe by today’s standards it was a difficult house to grow up in, but kids today are soft as fuck. It’s from all the coddling they get. You got all these parents and teachers kissing kid’s assess all the time now. (The same mock woman’s voice.) “Oh, we can’t tell them their wrong, we have to say (makes air quotes). Is there a better way to do that?” Teachers are getting bullied. TEACHERS. Shit, when I was in school if you acted out they beat you with a paddle. That’s Florida though, I grew up in a small town. Lots of places held out for a long time on that shit. They didn’t give a fuck. Then, they called your parents and they beat the shit out of you too. That’s why you got all these kids today killing themselves over (Makes air quotes) “online bullying.” WHAT THE FUCK IS ONLINE BULLYING?! Are you shitting me? Turn the fucking computer off you little faggot. Now, when Derrick Manzares held me down and broke my arm in 5th grade, THAT was bullying. You can’t hit the escape key on that shit.

(Henry listens as writer asks “Did you get bullied a lot as a kid?)

HENRY

All the fucking time. The Chads loved to fuck me up. You would have thought there was money in it. It was before the No Fight Rule. Fighting was always against the rules, but the No Fight Rule changed everything. Our school finally said enough and after that if you fought at school, over a certain age, you no longer just got in trouble at school. They called the cops. You could be charged with assault depending on how bad it was. Fucking only made shit worse though, I mean no one fought after that, not as often anyway. Kids could just make fun of each other, humiliating other kids, as much as they wanted. The threat of fighting was gone. There no longer a consequence for talking shit. After that school because a CONSTANT hell instead of just an occasional one. I got made fun of all the fucking time. School was a living hell. Of course having my mom didn’t help either. When I was in the eighth grade she caught me, you know, jerking it. She went hysterical about it. (Same mock woman’s voice.) “You’re sick! You’ve got problems! You’re disgusting! You’re going to grow up to be a faggot or something!”

(Henry listens as the writer says “Wow, that sounds bad.”)

HENRY

I know right? The worst part is that later that week she had some of her stupid bitch friends over while my dad was off on a business trip. I come downstairs to go out with a friend for the night and she says (Same mock woman’s voice) “And this one’s no better than his father, another sex addict. Caught him beating off the other day.” To the credit of whatever cunt she had over, who had a little blabber mouth of a son or daughter who went to my school, it took longer than I thought it would for it to spread around. Of course, that time was spent on pins and needles worried that it might, but when it did it wasn’t that bad. Just another reason to fight. Just another thing to keep kids from having to waste their time with me. And to think, I had the decency to put that woman in a fucking home when she got too old to wipe your own cunt after pissing. I should have just left her out in the woods to die like Native Americans did with their elderly.

(Henry listens as the writer to says “I don’t think that’s what they did.”)

HENRY

Didn’t they? I don’t know. I’ve never been much of a history buff and if I were going to start I don’t think I’d do so with the primitive retards who lost all their shit to us. (Laughs.)

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Did your father ever abuse you?”)

HENRY

Me? Nah, my dad never abused me. I was a good kid. I mean, he would sometimes have to toughen me up, but it was out of love really.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “How so?”)

HENRY

Well, like when I came home with a broken arm and a hospital bill after that Derrick kid I told you about broke it. My old man asked me what happen. So I told him. What you have to understand is that he didn’t want me to grow up to be some beta pussy who got beat up all the time, makes sense right? I mean do you have kids?

(Henry listens as the writer says “No.“)

HENRY

Well, if you did you’d want them to grow up right. You wouldn’t want your daughter to be some slut on a stripper pole and you wouldn’t want your son to be some faggot who couldn’t defend himself. So he got mad when he heard I didn’t defend myself. It’s just good parenting.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What did he do?”)

HENRY

Well, he stands up, tells me to stand up, and he squared off with me. He said (in a stereotypical masculine voice) “Hit me.” When I didn’t, being too pussy in my young age, he showed me what he wanted me to do. When I picked myself up off the floor he said it again. (in the same tough voice) “Hit me.” When I was still too scared he broke my cast. Taught me a good lesson though, because after that I was never too scared to fight back. I didn’t always win, but I always fought back.

(Henry listens as the writer says “That must have hurt.”)

HENRY

Fuck yeah it hurt! (Laughs.) It hurt a fuck ton, but it’s like they say in Fight Club, without pain we’d have nothing, or something like that. I can’t remember, that’s a great fucking movie, but it’s been years since I’ve seen it.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “so your dad did kind of abuse you?”)

HENRY

(Slams his fist down on the table.) NO! I told you, my dad didn’t abuse me. He taught me to be tough, that’s not abuse. I told you this wasn’t some kind of false victim bullshit narrative where I’m blaming everything on my mom and dad. Well my mom probably didn’t help me to get off to a great start, fucking bitch, but that’s got nothing to do with what I did. I told you that you could get my story, but if you’re going to turn this into some libtard pity party them I’m out.

(Henry listens as the writer says “That’s not what I’m going to do. I’m sorry.)

HENRY

Well, OK then. We can keep going, (motions his hand towards the guard to tell them he’s calm). Sorry Reggie, sorry. I’m good. I just won’t be made out to be some beta fucking bed wetter. That’s not me. I’m not a victim. I’ll never be a victim. THAT is why I did what I did.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Can you tell me about your time in high school? Were you bullied there too?”)

HENRY

Luckily, before I got to high school Columbine happened. That started the whole anti bullying thing, so things got a little better. After what Eric and Dylan did people backed the fuck off when it came to bullying (makes air quotes) “The outcasts.” They showed real balls and earned a little space for kids like me to breathe at school. At least they killed enough normies to make teachers give a fuck. That’s what no one says about them, they sacrificed their lives to make things better. Really, they were the first incel heroes, even though they didn’t say they were incel. They probably were. I guess you could say that Dylan was a 5, but Eric was definitely a sub 5. Dylan was six two so, but Eric was only 5′8. Dylan also had a weird face structure. He had a lower jaw area that was a four at best, and his eye area was maybe a five, but that won’t save you. I think I saw a pic online once too of Dylan with a whale ham, but he might have just been coping and you know that fat bitch would have cheated on him with a Chad one day. All bitches cheat. Regardless we can’t say they were Incels because they just didn’t know what to call it back then. Doesn’t matter though, whatever they called themselves, they sure are legends now. You wouldn’t have an Elliot Rodgers without Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. We owe them our respect. I even got a girl friend by my senior year. The only girl friend I’ve ever had in my whole life, and I owe it to Eric and Dylan. She was a chubby sub 8 Becky, but you’ve heard about how my mom fucked me out of being popular with the other kids so it was the best I could do. I mean with that bitch humiliating me all the fucking time how was I supposed to get much pussy growing up? Yeah, my mom was a real cock blocker. Still, (grins) I did get ONE girl friend before high school was out.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Can you tell me about her?”)

HENRY

She ended up being a cunt like every other bitch, but for a while it was cool. We met at lunch because all the kids who didn’t fit in with the preppy scene or who weren’t black or whatever, all kind of hung out in the same corner of the lunch room. We had to man. Those other douche bags would have eaten us alive. The fucking popular Chads were always starting shit. Fuck, the black kids were out of control. They’d fight for no reason. You’d have thought punching white kids earned them food stamps or something. She was into goth, but really she ended up being a fucking poseur. I dated that bitch for almost all of senior year and she didn’t put out once. I mean she wore all the little skirts and black lipstick and shit, but she was just a fucking tease. Another stuck up cunt who loved the attention but didn’t give you anything for it. Shit, I had to wrestle her for fifteen minutes just to finger her. I finally got her to give me a blow job once, but she kept stopping because she was afraid I was going to nut in her mouth.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “What happened?”)

HENRY

What happened? I nutted in her mouth. (Laughs.) Oh, you meant with the “Relationship?” Well, the shit was doomed to fail. I mean why date a girl if she ain’t giving up that pussy right? I don’t know one day I was over at her house and we were doing our usual little dance. I would try to grab her tits, she would pull my hand away. I would then try to grab her pussy and she would stiffen her legs together. The girl was a master in the Kung Fu style of (in a stereotypical Asian accent) “Ah, the cock a blocker.” (Laughs.) Seriously, she was like Royce Gracie with her mastery of pussy defense. I finally got tired of it. I just figured what she needed, what she really wanted, was a man with a firm hand. So I started choking her. For a moment it was working too. I mean the moment I put my hand around her throat she just opened up. The harder I squeezed the wider her legs went. Her pussy went from sacred to free and her tits were all mine, mostly because she was grabbing at my arm. I put myself between her legs. This was it brotha, I was going to the promise land! (Starts singing.) “SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT! CUMMING IN HER SWEET PUSS!” (Laughs.) But, the whole thing fell apart when I had to take my hand off her throat to get her panties off. She went nuts, started flailing her arms trying to hit me, and kneed me in the balls. I didn’t hit her tough, well I slapped her, but not that hard. I had to calm her down. She tried to beat the hell outta me though, but I’m sure if you write about this she’ll be the victim. After almost a year of psychological abuse, and blue balls. After all that punching and kicking she did, just because I tried to see if she just liked it rough or not. All that and just because she has a fucking twat she’s the victim? Ok, (makes a hand motion in the air like he’s jerking off). The whole concept of rape is a myth anyway. It’s only rape because she’s too stuck up to let a sub five man fuck her. You got gold diggers, you got whores, you got women that let Beta Bucks buy them as wives, women fuck for money all the time. It’s almost the only reason the fuck. Well, that or status. They’ll let some big dick Chad ream ’em out so they can go brag to the other whores as they sit around day drinking Pinot Grigio at their cucks expense. If the price is right, or if the status of the Chad is right, they’ll bend over and take it up the ass, let you face fuck them until they vomit all over your balls, eat your ass out, even share shit out of a cup with someone fucking whore, but the moment a sub five like me wants a piece of pussy it’s rape? They CHOOSE to call it rape. It’s a cry of privilege. Any incel would kill to be raped by a woman, but women are so fucking privileged they get to choose they let fuck them whenever they want. Being raped isn’t a travesty it’s just the inconvenience of having to fuck a sub five. Fucking whores. So what? I tested that bitch. She could have just fucked me and saved her self a lot of trouble and bruising. Stuck up cunt.

(Henry listens as the writer asks “Was that your first sexual experience?”)

HENRY

I mean, that was the first time I ever tried to get pussy. If you count ANYTHING sexual, I beat my dick before then. If you count sexual contact with another person then I guess not either. I’m not really into talking about it, but there was some shit when I was a kid. Some fucking homo that lived down the block invited me into his house one day, and did his best to turn me, at twelve. I mean, faggots are really sick aren’t they? Trying to fuck a twelve year old? You don’t see straight dudes doing that. I don’t want to talk about it though. It’s not something that imprinted on me. I’m not an incel because some fucking faggot pedo tried to jerk me off. Don’t put that shit in your fucking paper.

(Henry listens while the writer says “You did sign an agreement saying I could use whatever you say.”)

HENRY

Yeah, I get what you’re saying. I agreed that you could get my story, and I know I signed that fucking paper saying you could publish whatever I say, but that shit’s off limits. I have a message. I’m not going to let you’re libtard agenda to paint me as some beta victimized into insanity. I’m not a fucking incel because of anything that’s wrong with me. I’m an incel because of what’s wrong with society. I’m an incel because I didn’t win the genetic lottery. I’m an incel because women don’t have souls, or even real emotions. I’m not going to let you twist this shit into me being incel because there’s something wrong with ME. That’s not why you’re here.

(Henry listens as the writer says “I’m here to get as much information as I can.”)

HENRY

Sure, you’re here for information, whatever you say. That shit stays out of your paper though, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. You got me?

(Henry listens as the writer starts to say “I just want to understand all there is about you and what happened is all.” Then Henry stands up and throws his arms down flexing them and sticking his chest out to intimidate the writer.)

HENRY

I SAID YOU GOT ME MOTHER FUCKER?! THAT’S A YES OR NO QUESTION YOU FUCKING RETARD! IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY FIGURED IT OUT THEN LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU! I RUN THIS MOTHER FUCKER! I’M THE ALPHA YOU’RE THE FUCKING BETA CUCK! I DECIDE HOW THIS GOES, NOT YOU, ME! (Still standing holds out his hands putting his wrists together in front of him to let Reggie know he wants him to put the cuffs on again.) You know what? I think I’m good for today. I’m not sure about tomorrow either, but if you do want me to talk some more, if you want to write your little fucking paper for your precious little magazine or whatever the fuck it is, then bring my cigarettes with you tomorrow and learn to stop when I say stop. Let’s go Reggie.

(Henry turns around and puts his hands together behind his back. He waits as the handcuffs are put back on. He is then lead out of the room exiting stage left)

END OF SCENE