(Contains mention of health problems and mild death feedism) Every time you whine about how you're "too full" or how I'm feeding you "too much," I get annoyed. But more than that, I get aroused. Because if you think it's too much now, you're going to scream when you see what I have in store for you. Listen as I tease you for being so pathetic and weak and talk about how absolutely fucked you'd be if I wasn't around to keep your lardass afloat and growing.
