I love when some of you ask me to crush their phones. It kinda excites me to know that you'll be trying to talk on that crushed poor thing. But you asked me to do it, after all, so I can just assume that you know that I won't let a job like this unfinished. Your phone is crushed, darling, trampled by my heels, for both mine and your satisfaction. This has just got me started. What else should I crush? Perhaps your hand? Your chest? Maybe your balls? Hmm... Dilemmas, dilemmas...

I love when some of you ask me to crush their phones. It kinda excites me to know that you'll be trying to talk on that crushed poor thing. But you asked me to do it, after all, so I can just assume that you know that I won't let a job like this unfinished. Your phone is crushed, darling, trampled by my heels, for both mine and your satisfaction. This has just got me started. What else should I crush? Perhaps your hand? Your chest? Maybe your balls? Hmm... Dilemmas, dilemmas...