Haha!

How pathetic are you? Cowering there on the floor like the hopeless loser I have made you...

I like you like this. Knowing your place. Not fighting it. Perfectly owned.

You are going to do something for me. See that frumpy little fraulein you call a wife? Pah! That bitch can't hold a candle to me! We both know it! And the fact that I have permitted you to warm your undeserving body with hers night after night has only been because I figured misery deserved frumpany. Frump and frumpier. Keeping each other company.

Ha.

Pathetic.

But now I want you to ditch that bitch.

You heard me!

Ditch her!

I want you to tell her that you've fallen in love! Not just with another woman. But with another woman's feet. Do it! Tell her that you love another woman's stinky toejam filled feet. And you can't bear to be another day without those feet in your face, trampling on you and making you feel worthless! ahahahah!

Then tell her the woman who owns those feet despises you. But you are going to do everything in your power to win her (*and her feet*) over.

C'mon... Do it now for me loser!