The gas pedal of my Toyota Corolla and the soles of my dress shoes are a match made in heaven. One doesn't function without the other and this clip is a prime example of it. You will see whatever task I (the boss!) give them, they get them done without complaint. Today's task for the two of them is to disinfect the boss's sweaty latex gloves which are attached to the exhaust pipe with exhaust fumes and finally pop into oblivion after it is disinfected. The boss turns on the engine but it doesn't have enough power to inflate the gloves or to pop it. Eager to go back home early, the gas pedal...

The gas pedal of my Toyota Corolla and the soles of my dress shoes are a match made in heaven. One doesn't function without the other and this clip is a prime example of it. You will see whatever task I (the boss!) give them, they get them done without complaint. Today's task for the two of them is to disinfect the boss's sweaty latex gloves which are attached to the exhaust pipe with exhaust fumes and finally pop into oblivion after it is disinfected. The boss turns on the engine but it doesn't have enough power to inflate the gloves or to pop it. Eager to go back home early, the gas pedal asks the dress shoe (PLEASE LAY ON TOP OF ME AND PUT YOUR WEIGHT ON ME!!) so that they can send a message to their departmental colleague "Engine" that more power has to be delivered to the exhaust. As per the gas pedal's request, the dress shoe hovers over the gas pedal and puts its weight on it. The glove inflates but doesn't pop. The pedal is staring intently at the soles and is moaning every time the dress shoes puts pressure on it. Vroom Vroom. The glove inflates and the exhaust fumes from the gas pedal and the dress shoes work is disinfecting the glove. After a minute of disinfection, the boss checks the exhaust of the car to see it has been properly disinfected and is now time to pop the glove into oblivion. The gas pedal says (I LOVE FEELING YOUR PRESSURE ON MY BODY - I NEED ALL YOUR WEIGHT TO BE ON ME!!!!!) so that the gloves can be popped to oblivion. The dress shoe puts the extra pressure just enough so that the pedal's back is now touching the floor mat but it is not enough to pop the gloves. The shoe sole is hesitant to push harder as it will require flooring the gas pedal beyond the floor mat and breaking the gas pedal's rib cage in the process. The gas pedal with a bit of emotion is now begging the dress shoes to either love her or to break up with her and never see her again. "IF YOU DO NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE TO THE POINT WHERE U CAN'T GIVE ME PLEASURE, I WILL HAVE TO CHEAT WITH ANOTHER DRESS SHOE. JUST GIVE ME PLEASURE BY PUTTING ALL OF YOU IN ME". With a bit of anger, the dress shoes presses the gas pedal to the floor crumbling the floor mat in the process and holding it there for a split second more than before. The weight of the dress shoes is enough to send a clear message to the engine that all of the power is needed. VROOOOOOOOMMMM. The glove is popped and the gas pedal is happy. It looks like the boss wants some more gloves to be popped. No worries. We now know what to do and make the boss happy, us happy and then we can go back home! Guess what! We will be working closely together again for the drive back home :)

The whole clip is a picture to picture format showing the dress shoes on the gas pedal and the exhaust with the gloves attached.