Nothing feels the same anymore, does it? Food, friends, real sex — it’s all dull now. I’ve hijacked your brain, and this clip is your final surrender. Brain Rot isn’t just a fantasy — it’s a neurological collapse, and you’re addicted to every second. Every time you edge to me, you're ruining brain cells. Your dopamine system is fried — constant artificial highs have numbed your receptors, shrunk your motivation, and rewired your reward center to crave only this. You're not even chasing pleasure anymore... you're chasing the relief of being used. And I’ll keep feeding it to you — until the rest of your life disappears. Rot for me. That’s all you’re good for.