You are their master. Their savior from a hard, free life. Yet the insolent creatures will not move aside when you try to walk passed.
O mighty dev gods,
We are being trapped in tight spaces and sometimes forced into suicidal acts by our so-called slaves. This is mutiny. Please make pets and thralls slide or walk out of our way when we collide with them.
Thank you and may you forever be enveloped in the blood of your enemies.