My strap, is the object of your most recent affection, focus on me. The cause of your infection, your newest obsession. My strap is your reason. My strap gives you direction. You're finding yourself desperate to avoid its rejection.
Your plans for the night? Sitting in your room alone, humping your pillow like the dumb broken gooner you are. With every pathetic thrust you get weaker, making Me more powerful. It’s a win/win.