Goddess Lizzy has got you on your knees, ready for training. She lights up a special cigarette that will melt your mind into mush, leaving you even more vulnerable to Her control. The psychedelic smoke billowing from Her lips fills your lungs. With each puff, your mental facilities shift and your eyesight becomes strangely colorized. You can only focus on what Goddess says and her demands become your purpose in life. With each breath that you take, you become dumber and dumber until you're completely devoid of any independent thought. All the thoughts you have are created by Lizzy, for Lizz...

Goddess Lizzy has got you on your knees, ready for training. She lights up a special cigarette that will melt your mind into mush, leaving you even more vulnerable to Her control. The psychedelic smoke billowing from Her lips fills your lungs. With each puff, your mental facilities shift and your eyesight becomes strangely colorized. You can only focus on what Goddess says and her demands become your purpose in life. With each breath that you take, you become dumber and dumber until you're completely devoid of any independent thought. All the thoughts you have are created by Lizzy, for Lizzy and dedicated solely to Lizzy. In this case, the machine you're learning to become is an ATM whose only use is to allocate funds. From your wallet, directly to Lizzy.