Ah, latrine, there you lie in anticipation of your next meal. Go ahead and open your mouth, for I am about to relieve myself in you. You’re accustomed to consuming my waste, and I must say, it brings me great pleasure to feel your mouth on my backside as I defecate. Chew faster and swallow immediately, I command! Such a cruel feast, you must consume my waste faster than I can produce it. What are you mumbling about? You’re full? Lie there and enjoy the taste of waste in your mouth, for my loyal slave will arrive this evening to feed you even more. Such is your fate, latrine.