That’s funny, I’ve never owned an ashtray that talked before. So why is this fucking object at my heels flapping its gums? Because it hasn’t been trained enough, of course. This is just a start, but soon it will learn to crave the taste of my nasty used cigarette butts, ash and spit. That should be enough to keep it alive. I mean all it really has to do is lay there, open up and swallow my trash. It just needs to be completely broken mentally and then rebuilt into what I want it to be.