You are such a drooling, pathetic idiot for me. Weak and eager to please. Feeling so stupid. You know what's going to happen, don't you? I'm going to extract the loser tax from you. Call it stupid tax, Make you send more and more. It's getting expensive to be so stupid. But you can't help it. You feel desperate. You look at my pretty smile, my beautiful eyes and your mind just melts. Drawn in to your favourite cruel mistress, knowing how twisted my mind is.
