Sir, your coffee Sir. He glares at the faggot and points to his desk, in silence the coffee is served. Its master points to the door it crawls backwards and silenty closes the door. Now on his own its owner smiles to himself as he drinks his coffee - the weekend is getting near and that faggot is in for a treat of pain and anguish, its tears will be flowing and it will scraem, but that is what a faggot is for! He continues with his work, the faggot forgotten!