The garden is beautiful, everything starts to bloom and I walked through the dirt a bit. This is what my boots look like. Dirty! Of course I do not bother to clean it myself. For that I have you and your useless skaven tongue. Come right now and stoop down to my boots. Tongue out! Nice to lick slowly! I hear it crunch between your teeth and laugh with amusement. You swallow the dirt in complete abandon and slobber my boots full. Slowly I get impatient and make fun of you. Like a dirty dog, you're lying on the ground. I spit in your face and spread it all with my boots. You are a miserable little heap. You have nothing in life except the love for me and my boots.