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You, yes, you... right there! You are nothing more than a walking fucking stereotype. You think you are unique, and "individual", but you're exactly the same as all of the rest of the Piggies. I can read you like a very easy book. Simple. There are so many things which I could humiliate you for, but you've already accepted all of those things haven't you. You know you are fat, old, and slovenly. You have known all of those things for a while now, and you're so used to being humiliated for your obvious shortcomings, that you've forgotten that there even lays a deeper level to what I can make fun of you for. It's too late; I'm already in your psyche. I've broken you down, I've infiltrated, and of course; I've found absolutely nothing new, or of genuine interest. That's no surprise for you though, is it... your self-esteem is non-existent. You don't even know what a healthy ego is. But I'm going to take pity on you, and keep using you for my personal entertainment. It's pathetic in and of itself, that that makes you so elated. But it does, doesn't it; you perverted old Fuck!