This. She heard you shitting and realized you’re closer to a beast than a god. She heard you pinching a fat shit, a trail of poop like a slug as your shit was flushed down, like a baby boy flushing poopies, she got the ick. She is disgusted, unamused, you’re not a man, you have no aura. She wants chad, Chad doesn’t poop. You think Chad poops? Chad thunder strikes a public restroom while living out of his car. She never sees it. To her, Chad is pure, clean, liberated from the weakness of the flesh. You’re not him.