He was shopping at his local wholefoods since it was the only

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He was shopping at his local wholefoods since it was the only supermarket to survive the Tolerance wars.
All of the shelves were bare. all vegetables have rights, all animals are free.
Against all odds, there is a special for eggs, no hormones or anti-biotics, the first eggs he'd seen in years since he managed to escape the cis male deathcamps, on sale for only 23 points ($23.99) a dozen.
He decided to use his remaining points to purchase a half dozen eggs, terrified of judgement, he decided to take the smaller eggs to virtue signal that his intentions were good, to perhaps win more points and avoid facing the court.
He couldn't ever afford a full dozen as a cis white male, but now he was a non-binary-trans-communist he was allotted a measly 46 points, 20 of which had to be spent on blue hair dye and his transitioning medication.
He approached the register, the non-biotic-trans-asexual-counterpart with a 5 o'clock shadow greeted him, at what was always to him a risk. "points or credit" the creature utters in the voice of a dying man who smokes 3 packs a day. "p-points" he mutters...
"You know, you are really cute, we should go on a date" the creatures says as it plucks a nose hair, it's matted blue hair, and stench almost driving him to a dry heave.
"S-Sorry but you aren't my type"
Police storm the wholefoods and tackle him to the ground
"You are under arrest for being a cis-sexist pig"