Watch me completely obliterate this ball sack. I walk you through all the filth as I destroy any hope of a little son for this pathetic man thing. He becomes more and more useless the longer I go on. He begged me to do it, you'll hear. Every birthday we push his limits a little bit further. He didn't want to be able to walk for the next few days without his purple bruised sack ache with every.single.step.