You were in your cage all last night while I threw a party, just in there listening to people having fun sweating your balls off in the Florida heat. It’s the next morning and you’ve been called to action by me while I enjoy my first cigarette and coffee of the day. You already know you’re totally owned and my personal ashtray, the only reason you weren’t used last night was because I didn’t want to be embarrassed by you in front of my friends. Don’t you wish you had any? So, there’s these ashtrays just full of ashes that need to be cleaned up, you know “the proper way you clean ashtrays.” I completely verbally and physically degrade you with my words, coffee, and cigarette.