When I have a cigarette dangling between My fingertips, your eyes grow wide and your heart begins to race. When I flick my bic and you watch the cherry of My cigarette grow red, when you watch the silver smoke begin to dance through the air... You're completely, hopelessly weak. You can't help it: you only feel whole when you are watching Me smoke. That's the life of a smoke puppet, pet. When I light my cigarette, you are deliriously happy and overwhelmingly aroused. You are so grateful to kneel before Me, worshiping My elegant beauty in a dazed rapture. This is what bliss tastes. This is pure ecstasy! My cigarette rules you. My smoke controls you. You are nothing but a puppet for Me and My beautiful smoke!