I know your type. You are the kind of man who is obsessed with becoming my personal toilet. You dream of drinking down my golden nectar and gobbling up my waste. You want to be pinned down and used in the most degrading, dehumanizing of ways. You want to be my human toilet paper, I know. The real question is: can you handle it? I've devised a little task to see if you're capable or being a toilet slave for me. It's going to be nasty. It's going to be absolutely filthy. It's going to be utterly humiliating, but if you can do it, then perhaps there's hope for you yet...