Slave, your presence is impeccably timed as I feel the urge to defecate. Oh, how sizable and pungent the mass is, a fitting meal for you. What remains uneaten in the evening, you shall relish for breakfast. Indeed, the soup has transformed into a concoction of poop-laden meatballs, all for your indulgence.
But first, I must sample my creation. The taste is exquisite. Now, it’s your turn to savor the delicacy. Eat, consume the mixture of shit and urine. Bon appétit!