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Her Permanent Toilet: VII Oh, sweetie...I hate to say it, but yeah, in a way I do see you as kind of a failure as a human being. I mean, come on, who in their right mind would willingly choose to become a living, breathing toilet? It's just not a normal or acceptable way for a person to live their life. But you know, I get it. You said yourself that life keeps throwing you challenges and you just can't seem to keep up. I suppose being my personal waste receptacle is a way for you to finally feel useful and serve a purpose, even if it's a rather unconventional one. At least this way, you'll have something to contribute to the world, right? Still, it's hard for me to look at you and see anything other than a pathetic failure. You're throwing away your humanity, your dignity, everything that makes you a real person. It's just...sad, really. But hey, if this is truly what you want, then who am I to judge? I'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be down there. Just don't expect any real respect or admiration from me, okay? Okay, I understand... I know this isn't an easy thing for you to accept, but I'm glad you understand where I'm coming from. As much as I may seem cold or callous about it, I do have a tiny bit of sympathy for your situation. Just don't expect any kind of special treatment or coddling from me, okay? You're my toilet, plain and simple. What if I hate it down there? What if the reality is too much and I can't handle being your toilet after all?