Ah, my dear receptacle, it is time for your dessert course. I’ve spent the past five days preparing a veritable feast for your unique palate. Lo and behold, a teramisu like no other – smelly, soft, and oh-so cool. It’s your turn to indulge in this exquisite, five-day-old concoction.
Do try to contain your enthusiasm, would you? I’d hate to see that delightful expression of disgust ruin my mood. You shall consume every morsel I provide for you, every last bite of my culinary masterpiece.
Now, open wide – that’s it, wider still. Feast upon my offerings, swallow them whole. You are my personal latrine, my very own toilet bowl, my treasured dumping ground. Surely you can taste the love and care that went into crafting this delectable shit sherbet? Swallow, my dear, and let the festivities begin!
Today is a day of celebration, after all, as you partake in your fourth mountain of feces. I intend to fill you to the brim, up to your very ears, with these delightful desserts.
So, go on, oinking devourer of filth, savor the experience. Eat your fill, and while you’re at it, why not serenade us with a song? After all, this is only the beginning of your regular, constant consumption of my exquisite delights.