Stay down, slave, right under my see-through chair, as I sit down and enjoy myself with a nice magazine and blow all these farts out my ass… whew! Can you smell them down there? Aren’t you grateful that I let you breathe? I suppose you must love this–otherwise why would you keep taking me out to eat such gassy foods? Tofu? Vegetarian? Beans? Speaking of, why don’t we go eat after this.. doesn’t Mexican sound good? 😉 My farts blow a little turd out onto my chair–I point at it, that’s for YOU, slave. Clean that up for me, and if you’re good, I’ll even let you brush your teeth before we meet up with our friends at dinner tonight, and they won’t find out you’re a shit eater and a fart huffer!
