You know how I love to mess with that weak little mind of yours and turn you into putty. The fumes from my little brown bottle just mess your mind up as I seduce you into stroking, leaving you at your weakest and easy pickings for me to get what I want and deserve from you. And today will be no different, as you relax and sniff and stroke for me like a good obedient boy. Let the aromas consume you, let my voice and body take over your mind as you stroke and make sure you have your tribute page open. I want your balls full, your bank account empty and your brains completely fried!