So you actually bought my hand making an L on your credit card, huh? How pathetic, how delicious. Seeing my smug little sign on your statement proves what you already know—you spent money to advertise the loser you are, and you loved every humiliating second of it.
You paid for this, and you’ll keep paying to be reminded of it. Watch me use that purchase like a leash, to pull at your shame and make you worship the fingers that branded you a loser. Keep your eyes on me and learn just how deep your submission goes.