When you see Me taking out a new cigarette, you your mouth! Tongue out! you are My ashtray, why else would I keep you round? Not to look pretty, of course, 'cause you definitely don't. your job is to wait right here, next to My coffee table, and every time you see Me taking out a cigarette you open you mouth and you stick your tongue out. I'm not interested in talking with you, actually hearing any sound from you. you are an object, so try to be a useful one; your job is to be a receptacle for My ash, spit and cigarette butts. Prove to me that you are useful, otherwise, like any other inuti... Show more