I encounter you in the woods and you are neck deep in quick sand. It is obvious I am the only one who can help you and I say I am willing, but I make you lick my boots instead. I humiliate you and mock you for being stuck in quicksand. I tell you to lick the top and bottom of my boots like your life depends on it because it actually does. You resist in the beginning, but eventually you do as you're told. You have no choice! I'm either going to help you or push you under and it all depends on how well you clean my boots. Good luck!