Men like you are always so predictable. You do the same things over and over, hardly existing at a standstill, with the only thing giving you life being your raging porn addiction. You are so fucking boring. You can hardly hold a conversation because porn has fried your brain. The only thing that gets you up in the morning is Princess Rea. You exist for me, purely for servitude to Princess. Your personality slowly fades away as porn becomes the only thing you live for. You're so hard for Princess, you only want to hear more . . .