I return home to discover my doormat sprawled on the floor, awaiting my arrival. He is aware of my expectations for a welcome of this nature. My boots are caked in dirt from the outdoors, and as I step on him, the imprints are left on his shirt. I keep my hands in my pockets, it’s chilly in here…
I realize that the imbecile hasn’t lit the fireplace! Now, I must warm up, and under the circumstances, the most effective method is to intensify the trampling. I crush his stomach, chest, genitals, face, and stomp on him. I also make him lick the soles of my feet while I’m on top of him. I command him to immediately light the fireplace while I go to change, but to make the punishment more severe, I trample on his hands before walking away…