You're the type of man who doesn't even deserve to look at someone like me. My face is too perfect for you. You're the lowest of the low, the bottom of the food chain, the most pathetic excuse for a man. Just a groveling boot bitch. Come here, get on your hands and knees and start cleaning these yummy Sorrel boots. Having the privilege of kneeling at my feet is the best thing that could ever happen to you.