It’s time for lunch, and with my friend Dula, I head to the kitchen where we had left a slave to prepare our meal. Upon our arrival, however, we find him sitting on the counter, idly toying around. All he offers us to eat are an orange and a banana. After a few seconds, this lazybones finds himself on the floor amidst our screams and slaps. He clearly deserves a harsh punishment, and so we decide to trample on him with all the sadism we can muster. We don’t even take the time to undress him; we have little interest in seeing the signs of trampling. We simply want to punish him painfully. He quickly finds himself under Dula’s sneakers and my Casadei boots, which crush him simultaneously and everywhere, particularly his head and face, in order to muffle his pathetic excuses. Now that we have punished him, however, we find ourselves with an even bigger appetite. We send him to fetch us some slippers so we can get comfortable and begin preparing our food.