Look at yourself. A pathetic, weak excuse for a man. Now look at me. I know, it’s not even worth trying to compare, right? I’m so much superior—sexy, commanding, intelligent—and so much better than you. You’re like an ant scuttling at my feet, so far beneath my notice. You think you have any hope of getting my attention, of actually impressing me? Lucky for you, there is a way. But it’ll cost you.