Your failure to be the supreme BBCism church whore necessitates severe punishment. You will transform into the ultimate toilet slave for the BBC Pastors. Your mouth, an open sewer, will gulp down their divine piss, your face, a canvas for their spit and seed. Post their relief, your tongue will serve as their personal cleanser, lavishing attention on their sacred members and even delving into the depths of their posterior filth, lapping up what remains. Each belch of their contempt will be directed at you, culminating in a shower of their climax on your disgraceful, subservient face. Your existence is now a cycle of consumption and cleaning, a relentless torrent of humiliation and use.