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I'm an irritable slave; these boots were delivered, and they sent the wrong size, so I'm angry at that. As I get stuck in this mud, all I can think of is that you will be eating all that thick, filthy slave food off my boots. I want you to sacrifice for your queen and owner, and I can make eat some very gross filth, and who will want to eat that? Not you; no, you have no choice. You do what I tell you to do, and if I demand that you lick and eat what I tread on, you will lick and eat, you will obey. It doesn't matter what you want; just do what I tell you to do.