I will make you my sniveling sniff slave, your nose buried in that bottle, your mind fogged and compliant. Watch me punch in the PIN to your will, draining your accounts as easily as I breathe. You’re my human ATM, and every sniff you take, every dollar you drip feeds my greed. Your addiction is the keypad, and I'm hitting every button, watching you spit out cash with each pathetic stroke and desperate whimper. Let's see how much you can cough up before you completely break down, you pitiful cash dispenser.