While I was jogging in the woods a mean idea grew on me ... I was meeting the slave afterwards and originally planned to make him smell my stinky socks, that I've been wearing for my last few runs ... but now I have an even meaner plan. I sit down on the kitchen countertop, take of my running shoes and the sweaty, dirty socks - and put them into a glass. The slave's confused, but starts to realize my idea as I switch on the electric kettle. While I wait for the water to start boiling I spit on the socks in the glass. Then fill up the glass with hot water. I light up a cigarette as well and use the glass with his stinky sock-tea as my ashtray. After spitting into it a few more times I stir the slave's tea and then give it to him. Of course he has to drink it all up - to the last drop!
