You and I need to have a word. You see, having checked my credit card statement recently, I noticed hundreds upon hundreds of dollars having been sent to a fetish site I've never heard of. I know full well it wasn’t me who spent all that money and so I looked through your phone which you’d left on the table and I open it to find your home page set to that very site! It’s very clear that you hold an account with them and have spent thousands with them, including paying massive amounts for custom shrinking fetish clips. What on earth is wrong with you?! Using MY credit card to watch all these porn clips?! How dare you! In fact, what is that brown bottle under by your bed? Cough syrup? Have you just taken that? Let me see your laptop screen. NOW! Wow, you were literally about to sit there and jerk off to porn that you’d purchased on my credit card? Oh, I don’t think so. Little do you know that I actually have the power to shrink people, but you’re about to experience it first-hand. As I shrink you down and tower over you, I lean in close towards you and command you to start stroking your cock. Oh, you like to jerk off so much, so now you’re going to jerk in front of your step-mom whilst I humiliate you for being such a pathetic, socially inept, porn-obsessed loser! (name Gregory is used)
