When you can't get rid of the hiccups, you film it - if you're the head of a fetish empire like I am, that is.

I'm making money by existing, and part of existence is the pesky reality of the hiccups. Instead of worrying about them, I make them work for Me. I let you watch, listen, and jerk with each twitch of My diaphragm, each jump of My tummy, each HIC! HIC! HIC! that pops through My body.

I let the hiccups work themselves out and have fun for a bit, and then I put a collar around them and shut it down. Because I don't get hiccups - hiccups get ME.