You know I don't care that these are your snacks. They "were" yours. Not anymore. Just watch me transform them into dust, as I step on them with my high heels. I know you would lick and worship my feet, and I know that you crave to taste the snacks off my heels. But that's not going to happen. You will let me crush your food and then you will eat it all from your bowl. Who's a good boy?