Oh no! I can't believe I lost the bet; I only agreed to the forfeit cos I thought there was no WAY I'd lose. And now here we are! I'm sitting in front of a huge bowl of disgusting looking green gunge (yuk) and you've told me I have to put my *bare* feet in there! And you KNOW how fussy I am about my feet! I want them to be clean and fragrant at all times, with their red painted toes, and soft moisturised skin and high arches. Can I maybe just keep my socks on? It won't make that much difference surely? It'd just be a bit less disgusting for me!

But you won't compromise and you insi...

Oh no! I can't believe I lost the bet; I only agreed to the forfeit cos I thought there was no WAY I'd lose. And now here we are! I'm sitting in front of a huge bowl of disgusting looking green gunge (yuk) and you've told me I have to put my *bare* feet in there! And you KNOW how fussy I am about my feet! I want them to be clean and fragrant at all times, with their red painted toes, and soft moisturised skin and high arches. Can I maybe just keep my socks on? It won't make that much difference surely? It'd just be a bit less disgusting for me!

But you won't compromise and you insist that I have to lower my BARE feet, one at a time, into the horrible bowl of green gunge. It feels soooo squirmy and awful between my toes, and LOOK how terrible my feet look now! I look like an amphibian or something! Unbelievable! But the forfeit isn't over until you say it is, and I have to keep lowering my bare feet into the horrible bowl of green goo!