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.