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Look at you now, my pathetic little boss. After so much stress, so many orders, I have you in the palm of my hand, literally. Do you remember how you looked over your shoulder at me? Now your entire world is the landscape of my gums and the perfume of my digestion. I'm going to open my mouth wide on you, a warm and humid cave that will make you shiver. Feel how the steam of my coffee with cut milk envelops you, that is the prelude. Then, from deep within my gut, I will release a heavy belch, a visceral roar that will hit you like a wave of hot, putrid air.