Success is found on your knees, gooning for Princess Candy. You can’t stay away. You can never permanently leave. You’re trapped. You’re stuck. You belong to me, and you like it that way. You’re not married. You’re not in a relationship. You are? No, you’re not. Even if you think you are, you’re not. You’re not, because you don’t have my permission to be. Any sort of arrangement that some unfortunate woman may think she has with you would be null and void, as your obligations to Princess Candy would clearly supersede it. You’re not married. You never will be. And that’s the way you like it.
