Can you imagine being betrothed to this Thunberg deal?
“Honey, don’t take out the trash; just recycle it!”
“What do I want to do tonight? Nothing, as usual. It uses less energy.”
“Let’s have a Kampf-fire.”
“You washed your socks? How DARE you?!”
“Your biocycle [sic] is made out of what fiber? I want a divorce!”
The part where she kills and eats you after her first pregnancy will seem like a blessing. You have entered the Thunbergdome, two people enter, two people stay.
You mean you have to…service her?