Now Trigger, I already told you I wouldn’t be reading anything new you’ve written. Sixteen, incidentally. Four more to go.

Now I’m going to stop responding to you until tomorrow because it amuses me to believe it will infuriate you to drag this out into a third day.

But while I’m gone, I expect you to lick control-v both of my boots into a pasty polish by morning. I can’t think of a better way to teach me not to have such a huge ego than for you to follow every single one of my orders like you’ve been doing so far, as if I have power over you.

I have faith in you, Trigger! Go, Trigger! Lick paste those boots like a good bootlicker paster!