I walk onto my private beach to find you have trespassed, and at first I was going to let you off with a warning, but I think a little justice is needed, after all, if you trespass, why can't I trespass on your mind, making you edge your mind away as the ocean vanishes and you find yourself in my throne room in your mind kneeling before me as my bikini vanishes and I dress in a low cut latex catsuit with stiletto boots. I use you as my foot stool, then I transform into a military uniform for stricter punishment as my NEW bioneural beats fill your mind and my words and brainwash your old life away.