I want to fuck Greta Thunberg. I want to pound her sweet, wet autistic pussy missionary style as she looks me dead in the eye and says “how dare you.” I want her to eat my ass and tell me what my carbon emissions are based on the taste and consistency of my residual fecal matter. I want her to build a fleshlight out of a recycled water bottle and tell me how waste-free my orgasm is about to be. I want her to grab my dick and direct the urine stream toward plants that will be nourished and rejuvenated by it. I want her to suck me off clean and swallow all my semen then thank daddy for the vegan, cruelty-free snack she just took down her throat. I want to eat her pussy and transcend into the dimension of nature through the supernatural pheromones her eco-friendly pussy holds, tasting the sweet bliss of a plant-based woman’s bodily fluids as I become one with the other side. I really, truly want to fuck Greta Thunberg. I would give anything just for a quick taste of her pussy.