Lady Blackdiamoond, Lomi Faith, and I feed the loser with our wet, smelly socks. The smell is too much for him, but we don't care. At our mercy, we use his face again and again to wipe our wet socks on it. We even put our boots over his nose. In the end, we stuff everything into his mouth. We can't stop laughing. What a pleasure it is to torment him.