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