Wojak sits in his disgusting empty room. Gun to his head. "This is it, my final reeee" he whispers. Just before he pulls the trigger, his doorbell rings. Nobody has even cared for wojak in years, why the hell would they ring his doorbell now? He looks through the peephole. Seeing a woman, claiming herself to be here to repopulate. Wojak Bursts into tears. "Of course, the only person who would ever visit me would have been forced too." Wojak ignores the door, and returns to his sofa. "Fuck. This is it." He whispers, spattering his brains across the wall with one quick pull of the trigger. Adding to the world population issue like the utter sack of shit he is. The end.