Validate my very existence on the vast media planet.
Make sure when I make a mistake you correct me, now don't you forget, because it IS YOUR DUTY, to correct me, for you never make mistakes, master, you fail to realize that you, master, are perfect, are illustrious and always the master of your craft. You are the KING, I am the servant. You are numero uno, me, just a fallen branch off the tree in the forest. Even though you have ventured into my land, master; although I have never breached into your world, and even though you broke my fence and yielded fast through my gate, you are the kingpen, master, and it is incumbent upon you to educate me and tell me how to do my job. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are filled with an enormous amount of expertise in this craft--you have a bevy of experience in collecting data and guests and information vital to my needs and pleasurement. Do not abandon me, master. In fact, shall you do so, I will pray to the Almighty and inflict great pain on you and make you listen to Karel and the Murph and Mac Show. Monty too.
Please master, do keep me on your watch. And I shall continue to provide you daily porridge from my Forest. Thank you, master, for keeping me informed and on my toes. You are great, master.
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