I will sleep with your women. Be forewarned. I will do for them what you stupid motherfuckers have not been able to, for the last 10,000 years - apparently - I will listen to them with every last cochlea I have left, and this includes the damaged cochlea from 15 years of auditions in post-production sound - some sounds which were so loud, they won out against years of your collective hard dicks overwhelming every other sound which could be heard. I will hear those other sounds.

I will win all your women over, and I will do it with the simple act of washing every corner of every dish I used to cook every inch of every legume in every teaspoon of olive oil in every herb your woman grew, and I will not leave until every corner of the kitchen you undeservedly call "home" is known as my home - my home with the woman who now has the energy for everything to do but to pine for you. I will win them because I am not trying to win them - I am trying to habitually do what they are too generationally collectively tired to continue doing - the hours of hard gross unglamorous work which allows you to look like a feminist for simply putting in an hour every day.

You dumb-ass penises think it's about resources. It is about resources, but it's MORE about contentment. You don't even know what that means. You will soon learn, and I am so sorry for your loss. All the best to you.