Louder with Crowder

It's 2070, Steven Crowder in his 80s, walking with a cane after years of back problems, hobbles into campus for his now annual tradition.

The Louder with Crowder interns quickly set up the table and recording equipment as Steven lowers himself into his chair and reaches for his mug.

What was the topic this time? he mused, and shrugged. Doesn't matter. I'll know the talking points when they start arguing with me.

He adopted the best smug expression his wrinkled face could muster and waited for the eventual snowflake to get upset and approach him. Someone always takes the bait he reassured himself.

It took about 10 minutes for Steven to realize something was wrong. Nobody was coming. All the students walking by rushed past the table without even a glance. Not a single college kid even yelled at him to go home. Nothing.

It was then when he saw a familiar face approaching him: his lefty granddaughter. Maybe she knew what was going on.

"Hey grandpa Steve."

"What's the matter with these people, are all of your commie friends too afraid to debate me?" he asked with a mocking smirk

"I'm not here to argue, just to deliver a message"

"Message? From who?"

"Someone you've been avoiding"

Steven's face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm not avoiding anyone"

As soon as those words parted his lips, Steven felt his stomach lurch. His granddaughter walked up to him and handed him something. As she leaned to his ear, a shadow passed over Steven's face as she whispered:

"Sam Seder sends his regards"

His heart racing, Steven unclenched his shaking fists and looked at the object she had handed him.

A stuffed rabbit with buttons for eyes.

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Credited to Abu Goha 

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