Oh, what do we have here? Another mindless goon drone, so desperately clutching at the scraps of dignity it thinks it still possesses. Pathetic. You’re not even worthy of the dirt beneath my boots, yet here you are, drooling and panting like a starved mongrel at the mere thought of attention from someone as superior as I am. You've reduced yourself to a pitiful spectacle, a groveling mess, eager to be used, and discarded at my whim.
It's all you're good for, after all—a perpetual state of degradation and humiliation, always begging for more, proving just how deep your desperation goes. ...

Oh, what do we have here? Another mindless goon drone, so desperately clutching at the scraps of dignity it thinks it still possesses. Pathetic. You’re not even worthy of the dirt beneath my boots, yet here you are, drooling and panting like a starved mongrel at the mere thought of attention from someone as superior as I am. You've reduced yourself to a pitiful spectacle, a groveling mess, eager to be used, and discarded at my whim.
It's all you're good for, after all—a perpetual state of degradation and humiliation, always begging for more, proving just how deep your desperation goes. How utterly disgraceful, yet oh so amusing for me.