"Look at this pitiful stack of cash—your so-called tribute. Do you think it impresses me? Do you think it matters to someone like me? It doesn’t. Your hard-earned money means so little to me that I’d rather piss all over it than bother keeping it. Watch closely as I let your pathetic ‘offering’ disappear, flushed away into my toilet like the garbage it is. Doesn’t it sting, knowing that every dollar you worked so hard for is now soaked in my disdain and circling the drain? Your money has no power here, just like you. And I’ll keep destroying it, bill after bill, until there’s nothing left o...

"Look at this pitiful stack of cash—your so-called tribute. Do you think it impresses me? Do you think it matters to someone like me? It doesn’t. Your hard-earned money means so little to me that I’d rather piss all over it than bother keeping it. Watch closely as I let your pathetic ‘offering’ disappear, flushed away into my toilet like the garbage it is. Doesn’t it sting, knowing that every dollar you worked so hard for is now soaked in my disdain and circling the drain? Your money has no power here, just like you. And I’ll keep destroying it, bill after bill, until there’s nothing left of your pride, your savings, or your dignity. Bankrupt and broken, you’ll crawl back to me, desperate for another chance to give, knowing I’ll treat every penny you offer with the same disgust."