Fiercely filled with spit

It took Cruel Reell, Lady Stefanie and me, Kim Judge, a long time to fill a jar with our divine spit. The effort had of course its purpose, because the whole glass is now swallowed empty by our slave! But that's not enough for us: He has to gargle the disgusting, viscous broth, rinse it, spit it back into the glass and put it in his mouth again and swallow it. The smell of the spit is almost unbearable, but at least the snot pulls neat threads! The disgust is written in our faces!