So there!
stomps foot
Bet that’s stops you, huh?
Wait.
No?
It doesn’t?
You mean I CAN’T control your behavior with my pixelated demands? You’re going to do whatever you want regardless of my stern and demanding words on a screen, you say?
The foot stomp doesn’t help even a little?
Well, duh.
So why even bother asking?
I mean, really. I can’t control you. I don’t own you. I haven’t a relationship with you. Hell, I don’t even know you.
So, of course you can do whatever to any of my pictures that you see fit. I can’t stop you.
I also have zero interest in participating in your fetish without my consent, and I don’t particularly want to hear about your pervy activity or see the results.
