You wanted to be my slave. You begged to be my PAYING, WORKING, SLAVING pig. You don't get to go out with friends. You don't get luxuries. You. Are. A. Slave. When will you get it through your thick skull? I own you. You are my money-making property. There are no days off & treats are hard earned. Now, GO MAKE ME MY MONEY... while I sell off your nerdy gadgets & collectables.