The adage holds true: we are indeed what we eat. You, then, are shit, for you consume my excrement and that of anyone I command. You drink my urine from dawn to dusk, latrine, toilet bowl, and feces-ingestor, nullity of the toilet. Open your mouth wider, I am about to defecate, and you will eat, chew, swallow faster. This is your destiny, your place in life: to eat shit, to be a toilet bowl. You desired it, now relish in the stench and my waste.