You wake up, it’s half past nine, you start things off like it’s a normal day. You walk down stairs, you live alone. Your penis size has done you no favors. You look outside and see the banners in the air, you realize it’s cock inspection day. Your stomach drops, you run for the ruler, where is it? You can’t find it in time for you are interrupted by a stiff knock on your door. You open it and see your best friend james. You remember he was selected as the district cock measurer. he walks inside, ruler in hand, gun on hip. You begrudgingly pull down your pants, he takes the ruler to your cock. Tears form in his eyes as he says “I’m sorry” and handcuffs you. You beg him to let you go, there must be another way. He simply replies with “I’m sorry” as he leads you to the dreaded cock block. There are 4 other men at the execution block, some In tears, some simply looking into the distance. You join them, making you the 5th man. The announcer steps up to the block, pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and starts listing the cock sizes. The man to your left is 2.6 inches, the one next over to him is 3 inches. You start to get nervous. The one farthest to your left is 2.4. You quiver in fear. They then read yours, 2.1 inches. You don’t believe in god but you pray. You still have a chance, there you s one man to your right. The announcer reads his size. 2.1 inches. You and the other man look at each other in shock, the crowd roars, you had not even noticed them. The announcer had known this for a while and was prepared with a ruler. The announcer walks up, ruler in hand and measures both cocks, your is smaller by three millimeters. Your stomach drops, you turn around to be met by a 45apc to the face. You die instantly. Someone will be met with the same death next year. You are just another victim of the system.