Oh, it's this l*ttle thing, then.

Ah, well, ah... Look around us. Well,

Here we have a l*ttle guest

A lost l*ttle bug, or perhaps

A character from a storybook who escaped from there. Do you know that?

The two things I hate the most.

Well, the two things I hate the most

Interrupting my work

Making my floor dirty

And you managed to enter my territory without permission

And carrying all the dust with you.

Humph

Snap!

Don't worry.

This is just the beginning.

I'm a bit bored this afternoon. You coming over is just the right time.

Hmm... -

L*ttle East-West,

Ah, what are you doing?

Oh, so small,

So small that you could fit you in a drawer.

Clothing is made of coarse linen.

Ah, cheap goods.

You can't be from some abandoned factory, can you?

Come on.

Oh dear,

Hey, hey,

Well, are you comfortable? Hmm.

How do you think you should compensate for my time?

Huh? How do you compensate for my time?

Huh?

The value of my every minute, ten thousand of your l*ttle things cost me.

My meetings, my contracts, my decisions, every second is creating numbers, followed by countless zeros.

Wealth, wealth, wealth.

But you here w*sted at least three minutes of my time.

Oh, and you'll make a sound.

I still thought you were a mute, hmm.

I still thought you were a mute.

Come on,

Ask me, hmm.

Respected Madam Matilda,

Please spare this humble insect of mine.

Say, hmm, let me listen to how pitiful your voice is.

Not bad

With backbone,

But pity

The bone's backbone is worthless in front of reality.

Do you know how much these boots cost me?

Italian made, hand-sewn, the leather comes from a farm under the Alps outside Albschans, carefully raised by cows.

Each inch of the leather has undergone three tanning processes and five polishing processes. It's more expensive than everything you've worn, touched, or even imagined in your life.

To be able to step on it under my feet is your honor, do you know?

At least you touched something you can never afford to be extravagant.

Look, the world is like this stratified.

I'm on the top, hmm, looking at the scenery through the floor window.

You're at the bottom, even the dust in the floor is worse than the sole of my boots touching the New York Fifth Avenue bricks, the rain puddles of Tokyo's silver monuments, the square in front of the Louvre Palace in Paris.

Now, he touches you.

This is the highest light moment in your life.

Although, hmm, you're probably dy*ng. Oh dear

This boot is so hot to wear

Oh, wearing long skirts in summer is a sin

But there's no way, oh dear, image is part of power.

But now, hmm, I'm a l*ttle tired.

Oh well, my G*d, how smelly!

Come on, I haven't washed my feet for ten days, smell it for yourself.

Smell well, this is a reward for you.

Well, like this, it smells really bad.

Ah, it feels much better. The leather is softer, but it still can't compare to the free air.

Come on, there's a mixture of leather and sweat, as well as a faint scent of perfume. Come and smell it.

Come and smell it, get closer. This is something you just touched with your intimate contact. Remember this scent. The salty taste of my foot sweat, and the lingering fragrance of Chanel No. 5. Well, maybe there's a hint of the cleaning agent from the floor as well. After all, you've run for so many laps and still want to keep going. Right, that's it.

Remember well, this is the world's scent you'll never be able to reach. It's expensive, private, and absolutely dominant.

Well, now it's my turn to talk about my feet.

Do you know? Shoes are just tools, a barrier, an extension of a sense of etiquette. But my feet, my feet are the real punishment for you.

Without the cushioning of leather, without the distance of the heel, the raw power of the tip of the finger.

Look,

Without shoes, you become even smaller.

You're like a speck of dust, a grain of s*nd, in the crevice of my toes.

Anything that can fall off at any time. That's the complete shape, flattened, of the foot that you can mold under my foot. My feet can be molded into a flesh-like shape.

Ask me,

Now ask me

I might still consider having you be

a keeper, a suppressor of those documents that are always disordered by the air conditioner,

or a delicate cushion

Well, although you're a bit dirty, too dirty

Well, this is the real message.

The strong step on the weak, the strong step on the weak, do you know?

A giant is not a dwarf, the rules are made by me.

The floor is cleaned by me, the air is breathed by me, you don't even deserve a name.

Because you're not worthy of being envied.

You're just an accident, a need, a need to be cleaned of dust.

The Cleaners Union will use a vacuum cleaner

to suck up the traces you left

including yourself.

If you still dream of something to forget and wipe your feet, I have to clean my feet

You're really too dirty.

Look at the way you're flattened by me

Ah! Look, look, look at the way you're flattened by me

Well,

Make your feet dirty,

Look, isn't it, making your feet so dirty, look

Well, you l*ttle thing.

Tomorrow

Let the cleaning crew do a thorough cleaning of the floor, removing all the dust and dirt.

And

These shoes need to be replaced.

Well, the soles are starting to wear out.

Next time, I'll definitely get a pair of crocodile skin ones.

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