I always get losers asking me "how may I serve you my Queen?" and it's a stupid question. There is only one way you can serve me, and that's with your cash. Did you think you weren't a paypig? Not into financial domination? Funny. You're nothing but a walking wallet. There's a reason you need to pay for every communication with me. I find you repugnant and only humour your arousal to extricate more money from you. The minute you stop paying me you stop existing to me. Oink oink, piggy. You can't live in denial any longer. You're a paypig.