Melinda Gates opens the office door. Her new boyfriend, Floridan underground hip-hop artist bleood (formerly known as deffici1e and m4ri), nonchalantly spins in Bill's old chair, midway through popping some ecstasy. Bill's Epstein wall poster's been replaced with a CoD MWII one. It peels slightly.

"whasgood shorty" bleood exclaims nonchalantly.

"Oh... the designer sent in some more logo concepts!" she hands him her phone so he can scroll them. From the minute they kicked Bill from it, bleood had expressed desire to re-"vamp" The bleood and Melinda Gates Foundation's logo in a post-ironic Castlevania-influenced type way.

bleood grunts nonchalantly. "make em deep fry ts. how dose haters rn?"

"It's... rough." Melinda sighed. "Yet another 'hater' is outlining that the Global Health Governance approach as conducted by The bleood and Melinda Gates Foundation can best be understood as Global Health Imperialism, breaking with traditional notions of Westphalian sovereignty by enforcing capitalist policies on all countries."

bleood shrugs nonchalantly. "dontchu got money? get sum shooters out, get into allat. we needa GHG drive by fr"

"That's... why I love you, bleood!" The two share a passionate kiss nonchalantly before Melinda rushes off to get hold of her Israeli contacts. bleood nonchalantly tosses his empty ecstasy pack into a trash bin and starts arranging for the next batch of iGore-branded hoodies to be distributed to orphanages across Kenya. The two are a power couple to watch, on god.