Do what I say and repeat after me. You do it again and over again in the mirror, like a robot, watching my lips move, even when you're not paying attention to me. Another lesson on your proper place, this time from a seasoned Female Supremacist.
Despite her youth and her charm, she has the kind of seasoned wisdom about men that can only come from years of practice. A seasoned Superior Goddess who knows her stuff.

Let your thoughts wander aimlessly while you rest your palm on the cage. You may release your mind completely because I will force all of your ideas out for you. Your final vestiges of weak-willed manhood fade away one by one, like parachutists standing on the brink of an open aircraft door, knowing well well that there is absolutely nothing waiting for them on the other side. You should just let them crash to the ground and vanish. I'm replacing them with something larger and better.
The ability to articulate one's thoughts well is crucial. I have a snap in my tongue that has brought many adult men to tears; I am a lascivious linguist. No Initial Capital Letter "M" Only man remains, and he has degenerated into trash.
Useless. Rude to the natural world because they belong in a staged context. Thus, they break into dancing. In other words, they put on a show of manliness. However, there is nowhere to sleep in that area. Nothing except pain and aggravation.
And nothing dissolves a persistent stain at the molecular level and eliminates it from the inside like letting a strong solvent seep in and break it apart.
The foam of your own perversions pours over your masculine psyche every time my lips opens. wrecked and a new chance presented. When you refuse to let go of your violent fantasies, you will never break free of the confines of your macho bubble.
This means that an active approach to enlightenment is necessary. Devastating.