I would take you to Bangladesh
I would cook you sausage on an open flame
I would anoint you with oil
I would write you a novel
I would poison the mojitos of your enemies
the humiliation of editing ur cv the desperation that oozes out from every word in there that oooh look at me im so hireable and so so usable i bet u want to exploit my labour look all these other people have also used me dont u want a taste of this efficient ass