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A mirror hangs on the bathroom wall. It's barely covered in steam anymore. It's your face in the mirror -- adorned with The Expression.

A mirror hangs on the bathroom wall. In it -- your face, a regular, clean-shaven police officer.

It's time. Time to see yourself as you truly are. It's going to be absolutely devastating, but there's no way to avoid it.

This idiocy has gone on too long. It's time to wipe that decadent homo-sexual grin off your face.

A mirror hangs on the bathroom wall. In it -- your face, now without The Expression. It's just hairy.

A mirror hangs on the bathroom wall. In it -- your clean-shaven face, adorned with The Expression. You're still not accustomed to it.

A mirror hangs on the bathroom wall. In it -- your face, adorned with The Expression.

A mirror hangs on the wall, covered in steam. You cannot see yourself, just the outlines of a man. You have no memory of the face that awaits you there, underneath the soft vapour.

It's time. Your efforts at avoiding this moment have been truly heroic, but now there's nothing left but for you to confront yourself as you truly are, no matter the consequences...

A mirror hangs above a bent and broken sink. In a fierce discharge of masculine energy someone has ripped half the faucet off.

Was this not the same élan that founds empires and lays waste to cities, virile, uncaring towards the little things?

Probably not, no.

Hot water sprays from the base and steam covers the mirror. You cannot see yourself, just the outline of a man.

Suddenly you realise you have no memory of the face that awaits you there, underneath the soft vapour.

Can't hear you over the moans of your wömen. They writhe in pleasure as the foreigners are playing them like instruments. Be careful, or they'll wear you like a sock, Harry.