By the time I’m finished with this pig, it doesn’t know what to do, think or say. Not that really needs to do anything but submit to my whims. Watch it wiggle when I brush my long nails along it’s flesh and yelp like a little crybaby when I smack its ass with my whip. Wouldn’t you know — that little worm between its legs got hard when I tickled it, but went limp when I got serious with my whip. So easy to control those little things.