You have no control here. Your place is beneath me, under my ass, in the toilet bowl. You will lie there patiently, awaiting your fate with meek submission. That fate is my shit. I will not be kind to you; I will feed you all of my waste. Here it comes, a thick, juicy sausage of excrement. Open your mouth and chew. This will be your only source of sustenance from now on. And for dessert, my fragrant liquid diarrhea. Just open your throat and let it flow freely into you. You are my latrine now.