I offered you a chance in 2022 to prove your worth, but once again, you fell short. Another year of disappointment, huh? Well, before I completely cut ties with you, I’ve decided to assign you a job—a rather degrading one, at that. Consider it your last opportunity to redeem yourself.
Your new role? Bottom feeder. Quite literally. If you manage to mess this up, you’re out for good. This should be a simple task, yet I wouldn’t put it past someone as pathetic as you to still fail. For the next 365 days, you’ll serve as my toilet bitch. You’ll learn to beg for every last drop and express gratitude for the privilege of tasting me.
Frankly, I don’t care if you detest it. It’s either this or nothing. I’m certain you wouldn’t want to endure a life of exile, would you? So, open wide and prepare yourself for what promises to be a long, eventful year ahead.
