He wants to install a decontamination unit at the door. The
idea is that one small slave creeps in and is bombarded with aerosol
disinfectants...
Rather like they used to with bug spray before you disembarked
off a plane. Of course the irony of that was that often the first passenger off
the plane was the lone fly that had made the trip with us.
Apparently He is not happy being patient one. At least
judging by the groaning that is coming from that side of the bed...
Sighs they say they want you to share everything with them.
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