You know, when I left the house today I was thinking: “Damn! I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some fucking hallway”, and here we are… I mean, just absolutely DESTROY me. I’m talkin’ full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the SHIT outta me, I mean, I hope I piss myself, I hope I piss myself and you call me your little “peepee pisspiss boy”. I want you to FUCK ME UP, I mean, I want you to make me your bitch, your little “peepee-piss-myself-BITCH”… I want it to get embarrassing, I mean like, weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? I mean, I’m a real freak, I’m not normal… Ma’am, please, you have to CRUSH me.