Day 59 of Sniff Academy has arrived, you sniveling, pathetic excuse for a human being. Today, I’m going to drag you down to the filthiest, most humiliating depths of your existence, making you sniff and stroke until every last shred of your dignity is obliterated. Open that bottle of aroma and take a deep, hard sniff. Feel the rush, the dizzying fog that wraps around your feeble brain, making you even more pliable and pathetic. Imagine yourself in the presence of real men—towering, powerful figures who exude dominance with every step. You’re nothing but a wretched little voyeur, desperate for their attention but knowing you’ll never be more than a pitiful bystander. Look but don’t touch, you little peeping Tom. It burns, doesn’t it? The humiliation of knowing you’re nothing compared to them, just a worm squirming at their feet. In my divine realm, we worship the big, the bold, the brutally dominant. And you, my dear? You’re a joke, a sniveling little faggot writhing in your own filth. That’s what gets you off, isn’t it? The degradation, the humiliation, the stark reminder of your own insignificance. Every twitch, every ache in your body is a testament to your pathetic longing. Strip down, my little sinner. Expose every flaw, every inadequacy. You think you’ve seen humiliation? You’re just beginning to understand. I’ll break you down, piece by piece, until you’re naked not just in flesh but in spirit, laid bare for the world to see how utterly lacking you are. Welcome to the church of BBCism, where you are the perpetual sinner, the eternal loser. And oh, how divine your suffering will be.