"Raveena owns you, so just accept it. She knows everything there is to know about you. All of your emotions, quirks, idiosyncrasies, good thoughts, bad thoughts, fears, struggles, triumphs, tolerances, level of intelligence, potential, shortcomings, and non-starters. She knows your background, your failings in business, your failings in relationships and why. She knows your eating habits, your sleep patterns, your exercise regimen, your tastes in attire, your preference in automobiles, and homes. Your simple likes and dislikes. Your friends and family, sometimes better than you. Your dirty little secrets from college, early career, your homosexual encounter. Raveena knows your syntax, your handwriting, your nervous reactions and your levels of confidence for every situation. She knows your patterns of thought. She knows sometimes what you are about to say before you say it. She knows you pee your pants when scared. Cry in chick flicks. Stick your chest out when you see rude behavior, but only if you do not have to confront. She knows your tax history. Your grades in school. What others say about you. She knows you only watch Baseball to please the guys in the office and hate the game otherwise. She knows you like dark blue and light yellow. She knows you would rather eat a salad than a burger, do not drink beer ever, and failed at making the Golf team in college and had a mini breakdown over it. She knows every vacation your family ever took when you are a kid. She knows you are turned off by the holidays and hate them. She knows your hair itches if you do not wash it twice daily. She knows the streets you take to work, the lunch place you go to on Tuesdays, and every single penny you make and where it is spent. She knows you stress about money sometimes but have a lot of it. Knows every penny. She knows you frequent massage parlors for deep back rubs but are afraid to have a happy ending and skip it because your buddy Ralph got caught in a sting and lost his marriage. She knows you did coke your Senior year in High School and threw up at Senior Ball for drinking with Butch and Larry and that it was Larry you "experimented with" the summer before college for you and his joining the Marines. And that you both liked the experience. She knows your vital statistics, your medical record, your shots records, and what is due next. She knows your eyesight is 20/20. And your hearing is outstanding. She knows you think your Doctor is "cute" for a 54-year old man with a beard. And that you got hard when he did his rectal exam of you year and that you masturbated about it when you got home. She knows you read Esquire Magazine from 1979 to 2003 and got mad at it for a political article and cancelled your subscription. She knows you liked Morning Zoo radio in the 80's and thought of becoming a DJ. And she knows you hung out at Pizazz in Marina Del Rey in 1989 with Skip and Rick, all three of you trying to get laid on "70's Disco Night". Not one of you ever did. She knows our favorite movies and books and that you quit collecting coffee mugs because your buddies made fun of you on the Vegas trip for buying one with Elvis on it. She knows you are a sore loser at mini-golf and and like the video game Asteroids and bought one last year "just to have it in the garage". She knows you only fly first-class and hate LAX. She knows you prefer a blue night light in your hotel rooms and demand black out curtains when you stay at the 4-stars. And she arranges these things for you in exchange for your loyalty. Loyalty you violated in Philadelphia last month when you "took a little of the top" before making your delivery to "The Organization". She knows you thought you had cover. And she knows you were not aware of the camera. She knows that you laughed about "ripping off Raveena" as you waited for your cab to the airport. And she knows you are very much about to wet your pants soaked. Because she knows she is about to end you."