You've been clutching onto your bitcoin so tight like a good little hodler, but your diamond hands turn to putty when you see me. You can feel those sats slipping away from you already. It just feels too good to hand everything over to me, feeling my power over you grow each time you send. Stare at me and just try to say no. You can't. You're going to lose your bitcoin to me and then you'll thank me for it. Have fun staying poor.