You're nothing more than a tiny speck beneath my gigantic presence, a mere morsel awaiting the inevitable. Before I devour your insignificant self, I'm going to baptize you in my disdain. My ritual fart, a divine act of degradation, will be the last thing you smell, the final humiliation before you're consumed into oblivion. You'll be enveloped in my contempt, gasping for air, as you're by the essence of your Mistress. This is your destiny, to be forever marked by my scorn, a fetid memory of what you once were. Now, come closer, worm. It's time for you to be anointed in my disdain, to revel in the stench of your own worthlessness. Listen to this audio, hear the sound of your demise, and know that this is the closest you'll ever get to greatness – being extinguished by me, your superior, your end-all.