Well, you little foot licker, walk the talk! As a production animal you have not delivered a good performance – My dustbin flow over and I will not have to be bored in my lunch break! I hate boredom! And the reason for your miserable attempts to convince me of you and steal my time, is between your legs. This little minidick dominates your brain, thus ensures your blockages and prevents you from THINKING. Greedy drooling you crawl under my desk, staring at my naked soles, using at least a roll of toilet paper, to clean your mini-penis. If you want, that I take you only halfway seriously, then you have to convince me of your qualities NOW!