You know what you are? The lowest of the low. You are at the very bottom of my slave totem pole. While others are allowed to walk around freely, service me, handle my delicates and see to the running of my home, you are trapped here; in your little toilet box. You are my human toilet. Your only purpose is to eat my and drink my golden nectar. When I first brought you here, I thought I'd have to break you, train you swallow my, but you took to it like a duck to water! You were a born toilet slave and it's time I put you to use. Open that mouth, little slave, it's time to feed you...