Scrub the floor, you hapless, idle simpleton. All you can do is strut around in heels and primp in front of the mirror. If you are so fascinated by women’s gowns and corsets, then you shall become a maid. Clean the house, ensure it is pristine, for there’s another stain – here’s my spittle. You will spend days scouring this apartment. Crawl over here, I believe I wish to defecate. Open your mouth wide to receive the feces, consume it. How delightful to have a living toilet. Ingest filth, swallow. I shall urinate on top to make it more palatable for you. Why are you rigid, my dear toilet, is it your duty?