After a hard day of filming it’s time for me to sit back in my throne, put my feet up on my human footstool and use my human ashtray while I smoke and well deserved cigarette.
“Such is the life! When I get to just kick back and use my slaves as furniture! They don’t do anything else. This one is my footrest and this one is my ashtray. That is all they are trained to do and that is how they spend their days. That’s just the way I like it.
I bet you’d like to be my ashtray or my footrest wouldn’t you? Sitting there watching from your bedroom, watching, wishing that you were lucky like these two… all you can do is dream, while these two things are living the dream! Yes, even if it wants to gag or heave, it dare not because it does not want me to burn it. And I will! I have done, that’s how it learned. That’s how it did its training. And this one learned to keep still by having my heels stamping on it everytime it moved. And now they’ve learned their lesson. They are just obedient, mindless objects.
I do love the peace and quiet that comes from having well trained slaves. Watch, I fill its mouth up with my ash. It’s not even allowed to swallow. It takes smoke from my lungs and dirty stinking ash from my cigarette. What lucky, LUCKY slaves they are!”