"Yeah, I know I'm making a mess. Whose fault is that? Yes I'm capable of milking myself. Yes, it's very uncomfortable to be so backed up that it sprays out of its own accord. But I'm not gonna start doing your job for you. I'm YOUR fucking cow, and you have to take care of me like any of the others.
You knew going into this that it was a permanent commitment. You wanted me to be your cow, and I wanted nothing more than to be taken care of, treated like the dumb animal I am. That's why I got this gene therapy and signed myself over to you. What, is the fetish not living up to reality, now that it's become routine? Too bad. I'm a helpless cow now, and Master needs to take care of me..."