You're forever obsessed with me and aim to please me while you worship me... exactly the way it should be. The moment you see my face you are conditioned to send me your hard-earned money to spend on whatever luxurious items I please. You respond to the name "Wallet" because that is all I know you as and that is all I will ever know you as. If I'm not collecting from you, I want nothing to do with you. Give me what I want and only then I'll acknowledge your existence as my human wallet.