You're such a stroke and spend addict. Everything is right in the world when I tell you what to take, when to take it, what to drink, when to drink it, and when to take a nice big hit. You get all fucked up for Me while I drain you. You love it so much. Me right in front of you, telling you to take one more. Whispering in your ear to take another sip. You never want this to end. Sip, stroke, spend. Sip, stroke spend. You're My good boy, aren't you?