Melady and Lea let their spittoon and ashtrays Joschi kneel in the kitchen down. You degrade it vocally, swear at and offend it. And then it starts: You slobber both for him alternately again and again. You drool for him into the face and into the mouth. In inbetween times, he still must take the hot ash of Leas cigarette in his mouth. Everything bears Joschi. It gets further all the time about abjected and sworn of them. Soon, its face is already one single white slaver mass, it hardly sees from the eyes everything is out of the two Ladies to spat.
