I've carved you into such a weak smoke slave, when I'm holding a cork cigarette all your self control goes out the window and you devolve into a submissive puddle. So naturally you'd love for me to blow alllll over you? Haha yeah I thought so but that's too easy, I'm not going to directly give you what you want- you're going to work for it. If you want even a crumb of my smoke you're going to kneel in front of me and sniff the air like a pathetic d o g, so desperate to taste any of me, even second hand. My smoke is your oxygen supply and you NEED it.