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Her Permanent Toilet: VI Look, I'm going to be completely honest with you - no, I don't really have any respect for you in this situation. I mean, you're essentially asking me to turn you into my own personal toilet. That's not exactly the kind of thing that commands a lot of respect, you know? But hey, I don't mean that in a mean-spirited way or anything. I'm just being upfront about it. The truth is, when someone willingly volunteers to become a receptacle for my shit and piss, it's kind of hard for me to see them as an equal or worthy of the same level of respect I'd give a regular person. You're giving up your humanity for this. At the end of the day, you're going to be trapped in a concrete box, hidden away from the world, with the sole purpose of catching my piss and shit. I'm sorry, but that's just not the kind of thing that garners a lot of reverence or admiration from me. It's a pretty degrading situation, let's be real here. But that doesn't mean I'm going to mistreat you or anything. I'll make sure your little home is as comfortable as can be, and I'll be sure to keep you well-fed with my crap. And hey, maybe in some twisted way, you'll even come to enjoy it! So don't think of it as a lack of respect - just think of it as me acknowledging the reality of what you're signing up for. Sound good? So this is what you really think of me. Do you see me as a failure of a human being? Is that why this feels so natural to you, because someone like me was always meant to end up beneath you?