My bratty arrogance makes you so hard for me loser. Everything about me is absolutely perfect. You can’t resist falling hard for me into complete submission.

You would do anything to please me, but you know deep down inside you will never measure up to real men.

You’re just a jerk off loser. You’re only good for being used as a wallet. I don’t care to know anything else about you, and why would I?

You’re not important. Just another obsessed loser for me to use up.