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Now listen to me. You must worship me, you must worship us. It's not a choice. It's an order. Our breasts command you. They say, “Kneel, you idiot”. And you obey, because you're a loser. All you know how to do is stare and drool. Pathetic, isn't it? But it's fun! Repeat after me: “I'm a loser”. Say it out loud. Good. Now: “I love perfect breasts”. Yes, exactly. Can you feel it getting into your head? It's mind fuck, darling. I'm convinced you to think it. You can't resist. Try to resist! see? You can't do it. The boobs always win!