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You’ve become so dependent on your favorite toy that it’s honestly embarrassing. I spend the entire time teasing and mocking you for it, pointing out how attached you are and how predictable your habits have become. I know exactly what keeps you coming back, and I use that knowledge to keep you focused on me while I remind you just how easy you are to manipulate. Every reaction you have proves my point, and I can’t help but laugh at how obvious it all is. By the end, I make it clear that I have no sympathy for the messes you create for yourself. I mock you for your lack of self-control and remind you that if you’re going to indulge in these habits, then the cleanup is your responsibility too. Slurping, sucking, and lapping it all up, I leave you with a final dose of humiliation. I know you’ll keep thinking about every word I said long after this little interaction is over.