Foolish models! What has happened to your womanly wiles?
I have amassed now an immense hoard of boost points. Over months of your hard effort.
It represents the sweat off your backs, the stolen gleam from your eyes, the fruit of your loins.
I have entered your chat and private like a thief in the night and stolen your treasures. Now I stand astride your puny world like a colossos. Unlimited power! No restraints!
Oh there was a time when some clever vixen would have parted it from me, early on, before it has overflowed not just one vault but ten. She would have used those wiles from yesteryear to make sure that her competitors' efforts, working hard for a foul master, would pass easily to her own account.
I guess it is the charitable mood that you find in summer air that makes you so generous to your deadly rivals. That you would not steal this, their life's blood, into your own circle.
Relax, go lie in the sun. I will go play in those points. Roll in them, shower in them, and plan my next great acquisition.... bwaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!