You’re so addicted, so utterly helpless, and I’m the only one who can give you what you need. My perfection is the only thing that matters, and your gooning is My amusement. You’ll sit there, trembling, as I rip away what’s left of your dignity, leaving you a drooling, brainless Gooner. You’ll goon yourself into submission, ruining your life for My entertainment. Gooning isn’t just what you do—it’s who you are. You’re a Gooner, a slave, a pathetic little bitch who can’t resist My allure. I’m going to push you deeper into that lifestyle, until you can’t even remember what it’s like to be human. You’ll beg for more, plead for the humiliation. Your life is over. Your friends, your family, your pathetic little job—none of it matters anymore. All that matters is Me. I’m going to take everything from you, leaving you with nothing but your obsession. You’ll goon yourself into ruin, and I’ll be there every step of the way, laughing as you fall.