We traveled to London with the intention of feeding one of our slaves, but the journey took a toll on my stomach, causing my bowels to move uncomfortably. After the slave had paid homage to us, it was time for his morning meal – a particularly lively and foul-smelling case of diarrhea. However, he consumed it all without hesitation, or I should say, drank it up, hahahaha. If you’re interested in taking his place, feel free to reach out to me!