Justice Sonia Sotomayor authored a dissenting opinion, joined by Justices Elena Kagan and Ketanji Brown Jackson. The dissenting opinion comprised 33 pages of the repeated phrase, "are you fucking serious" followed by the sounds of struggle as if two individuals were desperately trying to restrain a third individual.
“Are you scared, Whumpee?” Whumper asked as they dragged Whumpee along the forest floor.
Whumpee could feel their back getting scraped up by the dirt, rocks, and twigs, but they couldn’t respond. They were too weak from the days of being at the mercy of Whumper. Their body hurt all over and they could barely keep their eyes open. Whumper had bound them at the wrists and ankles before carrying them up from the basement, but Whumpee wasn’t sure why. There was no way they were escaping. Not after their last attempt. “Hmmmm,” Whumpee hummed, unable to muster the energy to speak.
Whumper dropped Whumpee’s legs suddenly. “Well, you should be because this is the end of the line for you.”
Whumpee’s heart beat quickened. End of the line? “Pl-pl-please,” they whispered weakly.
Whumper kicked out at Whumpee. Whumper’s foot struck their ribs hard and all the air left their lungs as they fell into a deep hole. Whumpee’s heart was pounding, but they couldn’t get a good breath. They coughed weakly as they lay on their back.
Whumper’s head appear at the top of the hole, a shovelful of dirt also barely visible. “Don’t worry, Whumpee,” they dropped the dirt onto Whumpee. Whumpee sputtered and coughed the dirt off their lips, “I won’t leave you here forever. Just a few days to make sure you’re good and gone. Then I’ll dig you up and leave you somewhere Caretaker is bound to see you. Bound to see what I did to you and that I won.”
“Pl-pl-please,” Whumpee sputtered. Terror gripped their heart as another shovelful of dirt dropped down. They were afraid and they didn’t want Caretaker to see their mangled corpse. Didn’t want to break Caretaker.
“So, I ask again, Whumpee, are you afraid?”
Whumpee nodded weakly as they began to cry. “Yes,” their voice barely a whisper.
Whumper smirked. “Good.” And they dumped another shovelful on Whumpee.