You're where you belong..beneath me again. Then again where else would a tiny loser hide? I demand you serve me, looking spectacular in my sexy new red dress, fresh off of the rack... while I kick and stomp you around..never failing to insult and demean you. You are my puppet and you like it that way. Losers always serve and know their places..don't forget who made you the minion you are..tribute me, worship me, serve me. It's all that you are good for..learn it, live it, love it.