Your Master Gardener has found you in your pathogen infested habitat and is going to run some experiments on you to see if you remember the origins of your disgusting evolution. She entices you with her full breasts and soothing voice and you follow her round, leather-clad ass up to her laboratory. She concocts a vaporous liquid for you to breathe in and wraps you in her mesmerizing, gooning trance, reminding you of your place in the mesh of dirt and disease. She shows you how she wields her omnipotent flask and controls your mind with her undeniable authority and expertise. You are helpless under the indisputable and absolute truth of her degrading words.