Miss Maria J.: You will be trampled under my socks!
You always wanted to be trampled under my socks. Now I’m wearing the unwashed, broken socks for you that I actually wanted to throw away. I found them at the bottom of the laundry box and put them on again for you. The scent of my feet wafts through the holes in the socks. Are you ready to get destroyed under my socks? Shall I kick you flat and grind you like a worm? Your end is under my feet.