Listen closely, my pathetically amusing paypig. I see you, a spineless, groveling shadow of a man, desperately clinging to the crumbs of my attention. You are but a wallet to me, an object to

and drain, a pitiful being unworthy of respect or dignity. You're nothing more than a human ATM, a cash dispenser programmed to fulfill my desires, a weak-willed puppet dancing to the tune of my greed. Each dollar you surrender strips away another layer of your dignity, leaving you exposed, vulnerable, and utterly pathetic. You're a joke, a mere plaything in the grand game of my domination. Re...

Listen closely, my pathetically amusing paypig. I see you, a spineless, groveling shadow of a man, desperately clinging to the crumbs of my attention. You are but a wallet to me, an object to

and drain, a pitiful being unworthy of respect or dignity. You're nothing more than a human ATM, a cash dispenser programmed to fulfill my desires, a weak-willed puppet dancing to the tune of my greed. Each dollar you surrender strips away another layer of your dignity, leaving you exposed, vulnerable, and utterly pathetic. You're a joke, a mere plaything in the grand game of my domination. Remember this, my little financial slave: your worth is measured only by your usefulness to me, and even then, you barely register. Embrace your insignificance, bask in the contempt I hold for you, and know that you are, and always will be, nothing but my obedient, pitiful paypig.