Come here loser and get on your knees. This is your position, lower than me, lower than everything has life in this house. Open your mouth, this is only good to serve me as my ashtray. I light up a cigarette and I empty the ash in your mouth, humiliating you. I totally own you, you must stay still, even if I burn your tongue. I finish my cigarette on your tongue and I go away, letting you thing how pathetic you are...