I love milk and always have. I know that many people are lactose intolerant and therefore do not or cannot drink it, and I also know that there are some people who think it’s more for children than for adults. I see it differently.
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As if I know from recipes, right? My job in the kitchen is to eat. Thanks for filling me in, though.
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LOL, she wouldn’t do a thing like that to me . . . wait, would she? I mean, I feel fine, just fine. There’s nothing wrong with me, absolutely nothing. I’d feel it if she was slipping me some . . . ACK! UGH!!! ERRRRHG!!
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B…b…but…but how am I supposed to relax after a hypothesis like that one! You know how neurotic I am! Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Only the best in comfort and relaxation for my sandwich-makers, that’s what I always say. Hold on, is that a vial of guacamole you have hidden in your purse? Grrrrrrr.
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Please, don’t be silly; you know you’re not allowed upstairs. You can’t even leave the sub-basement at all. There are sandwiches to be made.
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Hellllllllooooooo! Don’t you remember that after the whole grape soda and ravioli incident you’re not allowed on the good furniture? Stay in your cell dorm room just like all the others! Grrrrrrr.
(They would hire . . . )