After the slave pony has sweated so profusely for me it may be glad not to have to drink it too. Instead, the slave may be grateful for what I now give him to quench his thirst. He must bring his drinking bowl to me and I will fill it! I spit into the bowl but he gets all defensive as he realises what I now expect from him. Suddenly he denies being thirsty but I know that's no true. Even Kim Judge, who is standing behind the camera to collect evidence of his failure, has no more patience for him and puts him under pressure to drink up my spit!