"I'm your subconscious"

"I am your consciousness manifested itself. I am everything you secretly want to do."

"BULLSHIT,"

"You secretly want to show off your body and if you could you would walk around naked. You'd love to have people worship your muscles and your dick." Mr. Milken loosens his grip.

"What are you...what..." He looks confused and concerned. Perfect it must be working.

"Even right now you look at your naked body and you can't help but marvel at its perfection. You fail all of your students not because they aren't smart, but they aren't worthy of you."

At this point Mr. Milken has completely let go and is walking back in fear.