You fucking failure, I knew you couldn't last. There's no way a helpless, horny bitch like you could last my twisted games. What? You haven't lost yet? We have to fix that right now. Here's the deal, if you lose no nut november then you owe me a failure fee. That's right! And just like the failure that you are, you will be paying that fee. When you lose you owe me. We'll call it a crisp.... $25. Nothing too insane but enough for you to really know that you lost to me and my twisted games. Enough to remind you who broke you. Who wore you down and made you lose.... me.