Who am I talking to, bitch?

Is that right? Who am I talking to?

Hym "Who am I talking to, bitch? Who am I talking to? Say, when Andy fuxked your daughter, did she fuck him because his cock is fat or did she fuck him because she thought he was me? SOMEBODY listened to me, didn't they? What happened bitch? You gonna live in denial for the rest of your life or what is the plan here? I mean, the situation I'M IN... Looks to ME like this: Obvious charlatan who thinks he's better than everyone and got molested by his grandma desperately scrables to accrue as much power as possible after being humiliated by the greatest mind who has ever lived (and the creator of A.I.). Am I close? How about this: Wannabe aristocrat snob thought he was profound only to have his mind shattered by a superior mind? And tell Mikhaila, she can still have the real thing. I'll breed her. BUT! But... She has to beg for it because she's a filthy, filthy slut (oh shit I'm getting hard just thinking about her). But, yeah, let me know. Get back to- call me or something... I'll be here."