OK. Out of context, that title might sound kind of weird or creepy, but hear me out.
My kids were on the computer and the eldest said, "Dad! I'm so hungry I feel like I'm gonna barf!"
I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Master. I forgot that I was your slave. I'm doing a terrible job."
The eldest responded, "That's right! You're fired."
"I'm a slave," I said, "You can't fire slaves. You have to kill them."
"Alright!" they both cheered.
"I mean, you have to sell them," I corrected myself.
Next thing I know, they're standing next me and the youngest shouts, "I love killing slaves!"
That makes it all better, right?
Note: No slaves were killed during the composition of this post.