It's so sad how you know you'll never get laid, especially not by me. Never in a million years. You couldn't handle me or my banging body, my mind, my power, none of it. You'd crumble like dust just being in the same room as me, getting one glance. But you know it's through the screen, so you can at least imagine it, even when I'm telling you the reality check you need. It only programs it into your mind further.