You’ve annoyed me yet again and I can’t stand to talk to you, let alone look in your general direction. As a punishment, I make you sit in the corner as I wave my size 8.5 feet around while smoking and watching trash TV. You can’t stand the sight of my beautiful feet and delicious toes wiggling around and my wrinkly soles scrunching up just feet from the corner I’ve banished you to. My red nail polish is practically calling out to you and begging for your attention. How long will you be able to last before you disobey me yet again and risk a tickle?