You used to be useful. You were a great paypig, actually. Your generosity went hand in hand with my excessive greed. However... you've fallen off. You pay less. You send less. Tributes have become few and far between. It's a sad fact of life, but all wallets must eventually be discarded. Rather than simply banishing you from my perfect princess life, however... I've decided you need a different goodbye. A more permanent one. I want to get inside your head and see what makes you tick. No longer in a figurative sense anymore either... but a literal one. I'm going to open you up, just like a cliche ceramic piggybank, and watch your final thoughts fizzle out on the surface of your dumb piggy brain.
