Listen up, you pathetic fart slave. Every breath you take is a reminder of your worthlessness, as you lie there with your mouth open, waiting for the putrid gift from your stepmother—your fart mistress. You’re not just beneath me; you’re the lowest of the low, a desperate loser who craves nothing more than to be humiliated by the very air I expel. Your life revolves around my gas, and you should be grateful for every rancid blast you’re allowed to inhale. You're a disgrace, a pitiful creature whose only purpose is to serve my ass and be degraded by the filth I produce. Never forget, you're my personal fart cushion, and you will grovel at my feet, thanking me for every disgusting fart I grace you with.