My friend Victoria Colonna and I chuckle as a pathetic worm of a man arrives on all fours, naked, with a lunch bag clenched between his teeth. He follows our orders, crawling to retrieve the sandwich we had prepared for him. We allow him to eat, but only under the condition that he vomits it back up immediately, as it is our desire. He eats the sandwich from our shoes, after we crush and mash it into the floor with our heels. He consumes every last bite and is left with only our spit to drink. Now that he has eaten, it’s time to make him regurgitate. We remove our shoes and take turns placing our feet into his mouth, one of us standing on his abdomen. Gagging is inevitable, and soon the sandwich is back on the floor. Not satisfied, we force him to open wider, inserting two feet at once. The gagging continues, but now he has nothing left to vomit, only saliva and mucus pouring from his nose.