Today I go in for the walletkill. Total extraction. The very marrow of your wallet bones will be sucked out by My greedy teeth. I want it all. I want you scared. It tastes better when you fear what I’m doing to you, how easily I pinned your resistance down and slashed its throat with My claws. My poison fills the grooves. Your financial spurts of sangre slake My thirst. I’m not satisfied by small meals. I want everything you have, sinews and all.