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Pay Pig Sacrifices You really came through for me, didn't you? I saw that transfer hit my account. It’s nice to know you actually listen when I tell you what I need. Honestly, it makes me feel… appreciated. Like you finally understand your place in all of this. And it feels right. But now I'm thinking… we can do better, can't we? We both know that pathetic little tribute was just the start. You want to see me truly happy, don't you? So here's how you're going to step up. I want more. A lot more. And before you start whining about your budget or your bills, let me stop you right there. You have options. That money you set aside for groceries this week? I'm claiming it. What do *you* need fancy human food for anyway? It's wasted on you. Go to the store and buy a few cans of wet dog food. It's cheap, it's filling, and honestly? The nutritional content is probably more than a worm like you deserves. Consider it a diet upgrade, a fitting one for my personal paypig. Think about it: while you're choking down that cold, gelatinous mush from a can, you'll be able to picture me enjoying a beautiful dinner at a restaurant I couldn't afford without you. You'll get the satisfaction of knowing your hunger is directly funding my pleasure. That's what this is really about, isn't it? Your suffering for my comfort. Your degradation for my elevation. So empty your cart of real food and fill it with canned slop instead. Send me the receipt as proof, and then send me the money you saved.