"You think you hold any power here? Let me paint a vivid picture for your feeble mind: I'll stroll into your home, taking what's supposedly 'yours', and all you’ll be able to do is pathetically lap at her, tasting the desperation of your existence. Why? Because even in your own sanctuary, you’re nothing more than a spectator, a weakling. Listen closely, let every word sear into your consciousness, and understand the depths of your inferiority."

"You think you hold any power here? Let me paint a vivid picture for your feeble mind: I'll stroll into your home, taking what's supposedly 'yours', and all you’ll be able to do is pathetically lap at her, tasting the desperation of your existence. Why? Because even in your own sanctuary, you’re nothing more than a spectator, a weakling. Listen closely, let every word sear into your consciousness, and understand the depths of your inferiority."