Back in front of me again. How predictable. You really thought you’d show me something different this time? That somehow your size would impress me? Let me stop you right there—you’re still just as small, just as pathetic, and just as useless as the last time I inspected you. No improvement. No hope. Just you, sitting there, exposed and desperate for my attention. Let me put you in your place again. Sit still while I inspect every tiny, embarrassing inch of you. And don’t worry—I’ve brought something real to compare you to. You’re about to see exactly what you’ll never measure up to. Go on, sit there, and let me remind you of just how worthless you are.