You’re not just addicted anymore, loser… you’re sick. Totally goon sick. Your whole dumb little life revolves around stroking, leaking, scrolling, and edging for me. There’s no cure, duh. The only “treatment” is spending, obeying, and going deeper into the spiral I made for you. Every bratty giggle rots your brain more. Every command makes you weaker. And OMG, you love it. You’re my broken goonsick loser, and you’ll never get better. I make sure you will only ever get worse for me...