I have to apologise. It seems I wasn’t clear, and my words were misconstrued. 16000 of you have been led, like lambs, to the errant conclusion that I am a victim of some common torture dungeon together with the rest of you, and not the proprietor of my own, very successful and functional, torture dungeon. It’s vital for public relations that I clear this up. First- it’s my torture dungeon. It was a candid moment between myself and the men I have carved into new shapes. I had no idea this sentiment would resonate with so many. Second, I don’t know who tom or greg are, but they’re both welcome in my dungeon. By the response I have seen, it appears many of you are in torture dungeons of your own, and have been unsatisfied with the service. In mine? Not so. Your insecurities would melt away. You would gain several cool new tumours and mutations, that would make you likable, or at least noteworthy, to any peer group of social equals you might encounter. You would never need to ask again, ‘do you guys even like me’, for it would be understood. Or because you don’t have a mouth anymore. And I as your torturer would definitely like you. If only you would donate your healthy, youthful bodies to science. My science.
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