What a fat tub of lard. How do you think you're worthy of my presence? Donning a pair of scripted pantyhose, and nothing more, I utterly deny and tease the everliving fuck out of your unworthy cocklette at my feet. Verbal is my weapon of choice, and your shield? Your wallet, silly. Pay for what you can't have, it's your only purpose. While we are at it, I assign you a new dietary and workout regimen, along with a special barnyard assignment fit for the ultimate pig. Have fun! OINK OINK:D