Without me, you are nothing. Without me, you would just be some random incel on the internet, spewing hatred about women and squealing into the void. You would be overcome by your bitterness, the loser rage induced by no one wanting to fuck you. Without me, you would truly be nothing. You would fade away into oblivion. Nobody to use you, no one to guide you. You were made to be a follower, a slave, a pet. Someone to be controlled. You were made to grovel beneath me. There's a reason you can't get laid. There's a reason you're so good at stroking your cock for me. You have always been meant to be Kendi's pathetic loser.