"So let's start your day. Let's see, how's about you...clean my feet?!"
You merely cock your eyebrow at the Koopa King, a little stunned at what he just requested.
"What's the problem slave?! I want you to wash my feet right here, right now!"
You look at Bowser's feet and shudder when you see a whole lotta crud and other various "items" stuck to it. Although it wasn't really the sight of it that got to you; it was the smell. You were starting to wonder if Bowser stepped in dog shit or fell inside a cesspool.
"LET'S GET GOING!!!" roared the Koopa King.
You don't want to end up in Bowser's stomach...or up his ass so you sigh heavily and say, "I'll go get the sponge...."
"Whoa, whoa, I don't think you understand." laughed Bowser.
"What?"
"I want you to lick my feet till they're clean!"
"WHAT?!?!?"
Bowser laughed heartily and stuck his stinky dirty feet in your face.
"You know, they're not gonna clean themselves! And if you take too long to decide or don't "feel" like it, you'll just have to do me another favor...one far worse than this."
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