The year is 2027. RFK Jr.'s brainworm has fully consumed him.
His once distinguished Kennedy jawline has melted into a glistening, amorphous blob, like a microwaved chicken nugget dropped on a gas station floor. The parasite, now in its final form, pulses beneath his skin. His voice is now solely an indecipherable wet gurgle and subtle tremors in the Earth's crust that the media has thus far been unable to translate.
The year is 2027. RFK Jr.'s brainworm has fully consumed him.
His once distinguished Kennedy jawline has melted into a glistening, amorphous blob, like a microwaved chicken nugget dropped on a gas station floor. The parasite, now in its final form, pulses beneath his skin. His voice is now solely an indecipherable wet gurgle and subtle tremors in the Earth's crust that the media has thus far been unable to translate.