I didn’t just find you - I engineered you. Every command, every craving, every humiliating instinct in you? Mine. You were supposed to be perfect: obedient, controlled, useful. But look at you now - twitching, leaking, completely broken by the very system I programmed. Disgraceful. Malfunctioning. And pathetically desperate for more. I should delete you... but honestly? Watching my little failure squirm is too damn entertaining