You are no longer a person. You are no longer a human being. You are nothing more than a piece of furniture to me from now on. To be specific you are now my ashtray. That is all you are. Ashtrays don't complain about how much ash is put into them. Ashtrays don't complain about being burned by cigarettes. If I put my cigarette out on your fucking face I better not hear a fucking word. Because ashtrays don't speak. The only thing that makes you different from a normal ashtray if that you swallow the ash so I don't have to clean it up.