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 f*cking hallway," and here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I'm talking full-on watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage, and I want it to scare the sh*t out of me. I mean, I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little peepee piss piss boy. I want you to f*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.