[In torn, weathered clothing, unshaven, grimy, speaking in stoic tone, located in a barren, post-apocalyptic setting, on the edge of nowhere, as the soft whisper of the wind breaks the silent void]
It's too late now. I'm too far gone, into the Hobby wild...well beyond the point of no return.
This is who I am, this is where destiny has taken me.
Kissable lips, perk rack, with responsive nips, nice round, firm derrière, tiny waist, thick, creamy thighs, nice, tight and pretty kitty (shaven, or at least well groomed)....it's all alien to me now, never to be seen, touched, or tasted again.
Perhaps this is just a mirage, a mind trick, a false oasis in the never-ending chasm that once was.
This is who I am, and this is where destiny has taken me.