I'm smelling the back of my hand, it smells like mercy to me. I give it to you to smell it too... As I smell it, I try to find ways to bring out the smell way more, licking spitting on it and rubbing it between my palms and the back of the hands. I'm very gentle and understanding, I grab your hand after spitting on it telling you that everything is okay. I see you not believing me, so the mercy is gone. I'm going to be merciless, laugh at you and spit all over you. Did you really think I was lying? This is what you get for doubting me.