Men are objects, for use. The weaker species. Your’re all only as good as the next weak idiot with a dick. None of you are irreplaceable. You serve a purpose, no matter what it may be. You know your place is below the female. Below ME. I have numerous ‘objects’ being of use to me, dedicating their pathetic existence to my greatness. You are desperate to be an object for me, to work for me, to better my ever growing empire. But what can you do that another bitch boy isn’t doing already? No one is safe. If i can replace you with better, i shall. How useful of an object can you be? What can you do to make my life better? Thank you can do a better job in that field, than my current object? Prove it.
