I moan, feeling how good it is to shit onto this plate for you. Good thing this good-feeling shit isn’t going to waste now, is it? Watch, I’m pushing your meal out right now—and I love how it feels, makes me wish I could just keep pushing all day. I flutter my butt-pucker at you, ordering you to thank it. Go on, stick your face in that shit. You gotta worship that shit before you eat it. And I’ll tell you what. You’re gonna come here every day for a plate of shit, and you’re gonna take care of each plate until they’re licked clean. And I KNOW you’ll always be coming back for more, you fucking loser.
