I wonder if the neighbors know that you're nothing but a mindless spit bucket for Me, if they know that you're not even human at all... You are incapable of doing anything but opening wide and begging for more loads from The Captain. You love overhearing the noises of the background while I mix it up between aggressive loads and seductive waves... you can't help but grow weaker and weaker as I taunt you with playful, but ever serious, threats.. you love drowning in My elixir and being blackmailed out of everything you've worked your entire life for, but the fear keeps you in your place... obeying My every command... how much is your precious reputation worth?