You were Prussia's son. Now, Prussia isnt the best father. You love him, but he doesnt treat you right. He always has you chained up. You have a metal muzzle on your face, a metal collar around your neck, and a metal chain leash. You always behave since you know better. You cant talk with the muzzle over your mouth, so you depend on physically getting the point across on what you mean.

Today, Prussia took you with him while he went out shopping. He had you on your leash. The leash was tied to the shopping cart’s handle bar.

While walking through the drink isle, Prussia stops to grab a bottle of water for him to drink. You meanwhile, notice a pack of small juice boxes.

You poke Prussia’s arm.

Prussia: “Yes? What do you want?”

You point at the juice boxes, point at yourself, then look at Prussia.

Prussia: “Oh. You want juice boxes? Sure I suppose. Stay here, I’ll grab them.”

Prussia leaves the cart to walk to the other side of the isle to grab the juice boxes.