What am I to do with you? You're weak, you're useless. I shouldn't even call you my slave, I should just get rid of you. I just want to squeeze you. Until you're eliminated from this world. You have done me no good. You waste my time, you are a waste of energy. You're a waste of life. Oh, does this make it hard for you to breathe? Poor you. I'm actually helping you be less useless. I wonder if anyone is going to miss you. I don't think so, I don't think anyone will even remember you or what you've done. You have done nothing memorable with your life and therefore you are NOTHING. Struggle all you want, it won't make a difference. The only thing worth remembering about you will be how you died in my black latex gloves.