You are obsessed with my feet. I can tell! It's very obvious. You are so happy when I invite you over to my house for a glass of . Your happiness fades quickly as you feel the effect of a powder in your drink. I turn you into a new pair of insoles for my smelly flats and tell you all about your upcoming fate. I wiggle my dirty soles at your face. Look how filthy my feet are! You will be pressed firmly against them in no time. I giggle in delight as I tell you about your future which will be in my stinky dirty shoes.