I have a huge plate of chicken wings in front of me and I am going to eat them in the messiest way possible. Sauce will be dripping down my face and you will hear lots of chewing sounds as I scarf them down. Even better, there is a slave under the table patiently awaiting my leftover bones. He needs to eat too, right? Lucky for him, I am showing mercy and allowing him to have my scraps. You could only wish for such treatment.