My companion Gaia and I possess a doormat that we eagerly anticipate defiling, crushing, and annihilating beneath our stilettos. Wasting no time, we commence our relentless trampling. We take turns mounting him, while the one on top commands him to venerate our boots. Subsequently, we position ourselves upon him simultaneously, and our delightful mass sinks into his ample frame. His moans of discomfort intensify. The situation is dire for this human rug… Our laughter and amusement ensue, while he wails and ultimately pleads for clemency. Marvelous! We have reduced him to a mere Swiss cheese!