Corona-chan, blessed be her name, will fortunately not die. During fall, a second wave, she shall unleash upon the normie hive. Infection will spread, Chads will be dead, foids will give them head and get infected in bed. The economy shall collapse, the crash will relapse and the end of society, Corona-chan shall grasp. But incels who rot, will not be infected by a thot. So their health will remain, thus they suffered not in vain. If prepped they have, they are more resourceful than Chad. Desperate for food, desperate foid measures will loom. Thus incels will coom, by trading tuna for poon.
