So you have a polite soyish male character coupled with a cute becky gf suitably his looksmatch dining with Steven Crowder and his wife. The soy pretty much checks off all the boxes as a standard acceptable modern spouse: 6' tall, white, assertive, bearded, middle class, polite, clean, has a DOG. They have a polite dinner, where the soy male reveals his power level when probed about a Chris Rock joke. Revealing his power level makes Steven Crowder uncomfortable, which makes the Becky gf uncomfortable.
There are a lot of questions that this sketch sparks. To me, I like how the sketch makes you really question how racist the becky gf was from the start, and all of her discomfort in the moment is merely foid "save-face." Like a typical foid, she is only ashamed because Steven Crowder does not match their power level, and now has to backtrack. Foids and their plausible deniability, a tale as old as time . . . and like a cowardly foid, she had her soy bf do all the heavy lifting in trying to find stormfront friends. Have him get all the flak, while she acts all offended like she had no idea her soyfriend is racist af, while she can continue saying shit like "the blacks" and act like she's the Virgin Mary anchored to the devil.
The reality is SHE LOVES THE DEVIL. The reality is, the foid is just as racist as her soyfriend, only she wants NONE OF THE FLAK FOR IT. The reality is, the biological need to be paired with white, 6' tall genetics, is so strong, breeding with open racists is worth it.
