As a paypig, you've always wondered what I thought of you. Of all the hundreds you've sent, maybe even thousands, you wondered what you and that money meant to me. Would it hurt you if I told you the truth: that you're nothing but a wallet to me?

Across the internet, there are thousands of men just like you. All of you send and stroke for me, worshipping me as your Goddess. And me? I see you as yet another human atm, a means to withdraw cash when I feel like and ignore your pathetic excuse of existence until I want more. There, did that answer your question? I could not care about you any less, in case that wasn't clear enough. You're just a wallet to me, and nothing more.