Breathing the air I grace would indeed be an honor, one far beyond the reach of wretches like you. The mere thought of standing in My presence eludes your feeble comprehension. I wager you’d quiver and climax at the mere sight of Me—how repulsive. Men of your ilk belong exactly where you are: kneeling, isolated, worshiping from afar. Your sole purpose should revolve around finding ways to serve Me online. Behold how perfectly you fit into this role, a pitiful figure obediently stroking at My every whim. Embrace your station and learn to cherish it; it’s time you realized the significance of your rightful place.
