Peter: "...well Marlene, the next thing that happens is a baby is formed inside the woman...and that's how babies are made...so stay away from boys or you won't be finishing high school or living in this house"

Marlene broke the long silence: "I wanna know what happens when you take the penis away." A reply began to formulate in Peter's brain, and became real in his vocal chords: "Well,..."

"Well... It isn't exactly a simple process, Marlene..." Peter was struggling to find a way to explain this in the proper words. Removing a the penis at this stage of development would be a lot of work, reworking something that was already so integral would be a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. And Marlene was obviously neuro-divergent, probably autistic, so explaining it to her might require some patience.

"Marlene, the penis doesn't just exist on it's own at this point, it is integral to everything else around it. It isn't like we can just simply remove it copy and paste over it with something else..."

The facial muscles around her septum piercing tensed, highlighting a bit of stubble. He couldn't afford to piss her off, she was a good client, and rich too. Her demands were often excessive, and quite frankly, horrifying, but "she" had money, lots of it, and was even a patron of his other projects. Even the unorthodox ones...

"Marlene, if we were to... remove the penis... what would you even want me to replace it with?" He feared what her answer might be. He was technically capable of anything, for enough money, but the time, the effort... It would cut into other projects, some he might have to kill forever.

"I want a tentacle. A big one."

Fuck.

He would have to redesign the creature entirely. It was in 15, maybe even 20 panels. These fucking furries were a horror to work with, but they flocked to his Patreon, and kept him afloat as an independent comic book artist.

He wondered if it was worth it...

"Well..."

"For fuck's sake Peter!" George interrupted. "I know you just started your conscription, but how many times must I tell you not to talk to them?!?" He was visibly annoyed, this time more than ever.

"Yes, Oberführer!" Peter exclaimed in confusion as he turned around and pushed the pedophile into the oven with newfound determination and locked the door.

"Marlene... That's not what would have been written on that degenerate's tombstone if we were going to give it one." George said as he leaned to look in through the small heavily stained glass window. He signaled the Ovenmaster to do his part.

"Don't worry Peter, I know how you feel." The oven went on and muffled screams of agony filled the room yet again. He kept looking in for a while and then steped back. "It took me a some time too to realize that those creatures aren't human. You are still young, but I was there to witness their parades..." They stareted walking back towards the holding cells "They told you about Pizzagate at the induction training, red shoes and all, didn't they?"

"Pizzagate, oh yes they did..." They just kept walking in silence.

They were now walking past the Offending Pedophiles Department, which was unusually silent for this time of the day. "Heh!" The Oberführer chuckled "Chainsaw problems again, told them to not to be stingy and get Makitas." He said loudly to make sure they heard him.

They kept on walking. Peter turned his head and looked towards the heavily guarded camp entrance and the big sign above the gates that on it's front face said "Welcome to Hell."

"Oberführer?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"If this is hell, does that make us demons?"

"Shut up Peter, for fuck's sake."

They walked on in silence, the holding cells were just ahead. The sun has almost fully come out - the new day is here. He turned his head towards the sun and let it wash his face with warmth. Somehow all his doubt was gone and he now knew they were doing the God's work.