What is that sound? Oh, that's me crushing your pathetic loser body all the way down on the soiled ground. You look up at my eagerly to serve, but you will never be good enough to be employed for my use. I get momentary enjoyment out of destroying you in my combat boots, making you clean them with your dirty pig mouth, and of course, never failing to neglect humiliating you for being such a disturbed degenerate. Stay low; you may just be a decent temporary doormat.