The doors opened onto what could only be called a teenage reinterpretation of a courtroom. There were teens lounging around on worn furniture. Across from the doors was a large throne, a young man had his leg thrown over one arm.
“Shit,” the first man said.
“What?” his companion replied, clenching against the binding on his wrists.
“We are fucked.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at all the pregnant teens.”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Have you ever seen a movie or read a story with a bunch of pregnant teens that wasn’t some sort of cult?”
“Shit, dude. You are right.”