I return to my study and notice with immense pleasure that my slaves have shrunk along with their cars. They are waiting for me on the steps and I like my perspective, especially seeing them so small and helpless. I am wearing my Buffalo boots with a very thick rubber sole. I feel their fear; my little slaves know that I will have no qualms about annihilating them under my soles. Before I begin the slaughter, I love to bring the immense soles of my Buffalo closer to the machines that I will soon enjoy crushing. They are so small and helpless that the comparison is merciless, and under my soles I could crush five or six at a time. I start with the first toy cars on the top step and then crush the next ones. The toy cars twist and flatten under my Buffalo and some get stuck between the strips of my rubber soles. I am having a lot of fun, but this high sole does not give me the feeling I desire. I really think I am going to change boots, I want to feel the little cars squishing under thinner, harder soles!
