There is an adage: Just because your PARANOID, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.
Now, some of you may be aware I said that I had opened a dialog with a hypnotist and had undergone a live trance with him. The first session was immensely intense and pleasurable.
However, it didn't work out, and the reason was that this hypnotist(who shall not be named publicly, for reasons of politeness, but if you want you may message me privately for his name, for reasons of safety) was not a particularly ethical hypnotist. Now, before I got together with this hypnotist, I searched around, and found that he had a reputation for some less-than-ethical behaviors. So, while I still believed he was, at the very least, knowledgeable about the subject I was interested in(jock-ification), I was unwilling to trust him completely. So, I put my Paranoia to good use.
Now, like most people in the US, I actually have three names: a first name, a middle name and a last name. In preparation, I used a bit of autohypnosis(thank God for my laptop's built-in-mic) to conceive of my subconscious as three concentric rings, one for each name. Rocky was placed in the first ring, since I knew the hypnotist was most likely to use that one if I didn't tell him otherwise(I actually go by my middle name). The second ring I imagined to be filled with various guards and fortifications representing my 'real' identity: my beliefs, my prejudices, my memories of family and friends, my goals, almost everything. The LAST ring...well. My last name means, in Anglo-Saxon, "King/Kingdom of the Elves". If your ancestors lived in the British Isles or North Western Europe, your ancestors were TERRIFIED of MY ancestors.
I'm inordinately proud of that fact.
But I digress. I filled the last ring with my image of my family history, of my pride in who I am and where I've come from. My fortress of Me complete, I contacted the hypnotist.

Well, I gave him three strikes. First strike, he began the session without warning in the middle of a conversation. I gave him the full three because, I reasoned, it WAS a very good way to get me into trance. Second strike, he inserted a number of elements of Slavery and Domination into the sessions(I had 2, for those wondering) without receiving my explicit, conscious permission. How rude. But the third strike sealed it. I was of course listening to everything he said through the mic, which was a very good one and got a lot of sound.
Motherfucker was LAUGHING. Right, A-hole, you just lost a customer. AND, since I've no listened through the sample file you gave me, I know it doesn't have the slavery/domination aspects, so I'm going to keep using it AND I no longer feel immoral about Torrenting the SHIT out of your other files. TO THE PIRATE BAY!


And that, children, is your lesson in Ethics for today. Later, bros!