You are just an inanimate object. You cannot move. You cannot speak. You must stay motionless and be a good new human ashtray for Me. I am going to enjoy a long smoke and you are going to consume all of My filthy ash. You cannot move. You cannot speak. You cannot complain. All you are able to do is watch as I fill your mouth up with My ash. The aroma of My smoke, filling the air around you. The toxins, leaving My body and entering yours, as I blow My smoke directly in your face. But you cannot move. You cannot speak. You must sit still and take it for ME. You must be the vessel of which I dispose of My waste. You must be an object that only has one purpose, one use! You must only carry out the function that you were created for. To be filled up to the brim with Goddess' thick sooty ash!