Pathetic, lowly loser. That's you. You are nothing to Me. The lowest of the low. Yet you worship Me. You adore Me. You yearn to please Me. You need Me to notice you. You need My ttention so badly, you'll pay for it. Why else would a Goddess like Me notice you?

You're the kind of loser who would trip over staring at Me in the street. The kind who would stutter and make a fool of yourself if you ever got the guts to approach Me. So why would I pay attention to you? I wouldn't even notice you, loser, if you didn't cough up the cash.