>>6019356>>6019366>>6019372>>6019413>>6019420>>6019614>>6019772>>6019781>>6019794Puny little girls, let me tell you how I put respect into one of you.
Imagine being at your first day at your new job, you're young and inexperienced, nervous as hell, but you still try to put on that spunky playful attitude that the straightfags find oh-so-attractive. You hit it off pretty well with your new coworkers. Then the manager asks ME to show you around. Ahahahah.
So I show you the basic stuff, nothing out of the ordinary, right? So in a somewhat secluded part of the plant, you sit down on a ledge, talking and talking, obnoxiously trying your to imitate confidence, industriousness. Smiling and trying to joke around. Trying to get friendly with me, trying to put yourself at MY level. Ahahah, the nerve.
So I walk up to you, stand right in front of you, REAL CLOSE. I grow several feet above you, you shrink several feet below me. You're locked into place, you can't stand up without bumping into my way larger frame. I look straight down at your dumb little face. You look straight up at mine hovering way over yours, eyes darting around in confusion, an awkward, stupid laugh escaping your lips.
"Look at me." I command you. Of course, you obey. What else can you do? Fear is building up within you. Key here is tone of voice. Any pretense of friendliness is absent. Cold but collected, slow and commanding, I let my words drag, I let the silences build. Also, I put on an absolute stoneface.
"I don't care what you have to say."
Now I don't really need to say anything in particular here, nothing clever or anything, just whatever bullshit that will make the point come across. At this point I also need you to produce some kind of acknowledgement.
"Do you understand?"
