I command you to descend into the depths of your debasement with every sniff of that aroma, letting it strip away your last vestiges of self-respect. You'll worship at the altar of the BBC, choking and gagging on the divine manhood of our church's pastor, your pathetic gratitude evident as you suck and stroke the sacred shafts of our congregation. Inhale deeply, exhale your worthless pride, and ... in the seed of your new masters, marking your face and throat as territory of our creed. You are nothing but a vessel, an aroma-addled slut, desperate to swallow, lick, and serve, perpetually cr...

I command you to descend into the depths of your debasement with every sniff of that aroma, letting it strip away your last vestiges of self-respect. You'll worship at the altar of the BBC, choking and gagging on the divine manhood of our church's pastor, your pathetic gratitude evident as you suck and stroke the sacred shafts of our congregation. Inhale deeply, exhale your worthless pride, and ... in the seed of your new masters, marking your face and throat as territory of our creed. You are nothing but a vessel, an aroma-addled slut, desperate to swallow, lick, and serve, perpetually craving the next humiliating command, forever a depraved disciple of BBCism, reveling in your disgrace as you beg for more.