Look at you down on your knees before Me, waiting in anticipation for the moment that I may smoke a cigarette. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being and provide nothing to society or Me, more importantly. But at least there is one use for you, something you can do to serve Me. Yes, because you are just a filthy deviate with no more value than a waste receptacle. You will serve Me as My human ashtray, leaving your mouth wide open to catch every bit of ash that I tap into it. Now that you have found a purpose in life, you eagerly await the moment that your Goddess in latex lights her cigarette so you may be of service!