There once was a king who would would sit upon his throne, whilst the serfs and servants of his court brought him food to eat. Each morning a queue would form, as each minion would take their turn to offer sweet treats and tasty morsels from exotic lands.
And the king would partake greedily in each, grabbing handfuls of the delicious food and shooting it into (or around) his mouth. Barely did he chew and swallow, before the next plate of sumptuous sustenance was presented before him.
He cared not for the people who served him, for this was his place and that was theirs. As far as he was concerned, they were born to do his bidding and as this was what they spent every day achieving, they were obviously contented in their lot.