Be warlord.
Received gift from coworker.
Among them was milk slime.
Brought it home, pinch it, taste it, chew it, swallow it.
Hmm, taste weird, but whatever.
Stuck on the back of my throat.
*google it.
Bro, it wasn't food.
"No, birthgiver. These octopi limbs are actually coated with aphrodisiac solution, so they are not feeling any pain. It also serve as lubricant, so no harm done." Is not a conversation that I would want to have with my mother.
Enslave is such a strong and hostile word. Let's say, unconsential planetary takeover or permanent internship. We'll be getting a lot of salt and child soldiers ayy