Moo for Me Cash Cow

You’ve always been livestock, pet. Just a dumb, docile cash cow waiting for the right Farmer to lead you to the milking pen. In this clip, you’ll moo for me like the pathetic creature you are, each desperate bellow proving you’ve surrendered every last shred of human dignity. I don’t want your words. I want your sounds. Your grunts. Your wallet emptied while you kneel on all fours, udders heavy with tribute, begging for the privilege of being drained. The bell around your neck chimes with every send. The floor is filthy. Your balance is emptier. And you moo louder, desperate for my attention, my approval, my next command. Good cow. Now moo again.