Lactaphobia Disclaimer: I am not Tony Shaloub, which is too bad, 'cause he's cool. But the point is, I have nothing to do with the creation of Monkiness, and I get no money for any of it. :( "Hey, we're working on the milk. We're making good progress on the milk!" Sharona yelled defensively. But she didn't explain why. Acctually, she had told no one the story. So how it got here is beyond me. But here it is. *************************************************************** "It comes out of a cow," He said adamantly. "A COW." Sharona Shrugged. "So?" "The insides of a cow. I don't want to drink anything that came out of a cow. I think that's reasonable." "What's wrong with cows?" Sharona prodded. ;)~ Monk looked horrified. "They eat of the ground. And not regular ground," he clarified. "Ground that cows have been walking on." "No. I thought they hovered." He ignored the sarcasm. "And when you think about it, they're basically eating right from their toilet, I mean, when you really think about it." "Why do you think about it?" She asked. "You think about the stupidest things." "I don't drink bodily fluids, okay?" He said, as if that settled it for good. "You're disgusting."