You caught me. Here's my copied and pasted role PM.
You are Candace Owens' left tit. In a fit of madness and Chardonnay one night, you stood in front of a mirror as flashes of lightning back-lit your empty apartment, and drew AOC's face over your left breast with a permanent marker. AOC's laughing open mouth encompassed your entire areola.
By day, you only hear AOC's muffled taunts and whispers through your bra and blouse, undermining your talking points mid-debate and giving a constant stream of leftist propaganda that steadily erodes your sanity. By night, you stand shirtless in front of your bathroom mirror and have full-blown schizophrenic screaming arguments with Titty AOC. Secretly you yearn to know if the real AOC has a Candace Owens drawn on her right titty -- if you live in her head rent-free as she does in yours -- but deep down you know there's only a perfect pair of B-cup Latina breasts under there. Therefore, you are the Vulnerable Double Voter! By day you may double vote because you are motivated to raise your voice to speak over AOC's menacing whispers in your bra, but if anyone visits you at night and catches you arguing shirtless with your own titty in the mirror, you will have a nervous breakdown and lose your double voting powers. You win with -- well, you really win once you're put on some industrial-grade antipsychotics.