Every part of me is perfect, beyond perfect. I am divine. And it is your life desire to serve me in any way possible. You will get on your knees and pray to me as I tap my fingers onto the chair I sit on. Slowly tapping my divine nails over and over again. Speaking to you slowly I tell you why you have to worship me, why your have become so obsessed. The repetitive and soothing sound of my nails tapping, tapping, tapping, makes you feel so good to serve me. I am your new religion, and it's time to worship.