From this moment forward, you'll be known as my pitiful Fart Sniffer, a lowly creature whose sole purpose is to inhale the pungent aroma of my disdain. How utterly pathetic you must be, to find your place in the world not at my feet, nor at my side, but cowering behind me, eager and desperate for the next humiliating release. This is where you belong, my little Gas Gobbler, your nose pressed against the very essence of your degradation, proving your worthlessness with every breath you take. Your existence is now defined by the most base of functions, a living testament to your pitiful state...

From this moment forward, you'll be known as my pitiful Fart Sniffer, a lowly creature whose sole purpose is to inhale the pungent aroma of my disdain. How utterly pathetic you must be, to find your place in the world not at my feet, nor at my side, but cowering behind me, eager and desperate for the next humiliating release. This is where you belong, my little Gas Gobbler, your nose pressed against the very essence of your degradation, proving your worthlessness with every breath you take. Your existence is now defined by the most base of functions, a living testament to your pitiful state. So, listen closely, my Stench Servant, as I grace you with the very thing that makes you squirm and thank me for the privilege. Remember, each whiff is a reminder of your place in the world, forever marked as my Disgraceful Odor Vassal, a title you'll wear like a badge of shame.