I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. You know, when I left the house today I was thinking, "Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some fu-cking hallway." And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I'm talkin' full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the $hit outta me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little "peepee pisspiss boy." I want you to fu-ck me up. I mean I want you to make me your b!tch. Your little peepee-piss-myself-b!tch. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like... weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here? I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal. Ma'am... Please... You have to crush me.