You really are nothing but a piggybank to me. An inanimate object for me to shake down when I'm ready to rob you of your cash. You are here to fund my wicked Circus. I'm not interested in a one-on-one connection with you. I don't care to develop a rapport. I don't need to. I simply want to take, take, take! I am the greediest Clown in the world. Rinsing your wallet is what pleases me, and since your life is devoted to my happiness, you need to fall in line. You're fine with being dehumanized. You're ecstatic to be a wallet for me. Of course you are. You live to FUND THE CIRCUS.