Every drag I take, every flick of My ash, it all reminds you how much of a loser you really are. You want this. You need this. I’ll train you to be the perfect little human ashtray—because that’s all you’re good for. Mouth open, loser. Let’s see if you can handle it. Or are you just another weak, disposable toy? I love watching you squirm, knowing you’ll do anything for just a moment of My attention. Maybe if you’re really good, you can eat my cigarette, loser.