A/N: Cyborg 009 belongs to Shotaro Ishinomori
Jet slammed the back door shut. Joe jumped in his chair, almost spilling his coffee on the kitchen table. Albert seemed unbothered by the clamor, calmly reading his newspaper.
Joe cautiously eyed the American vent his rage. "Dammit! Someone else can milk GB today, I hardly got anything!" He angrily shook the mostly empty pail in his hand, illustrating his point.
Joe blinked. He was still not used to the idea of using GB as a source of farm-fresh food. Chang, G Junior, and Pyunma loved it. They were raised in more rural areas, and used to getting food fresh like that. Joe still preferred using the store-bought milk, drinking from his teammate unnerved him a little. He hesitantly responded to Jet. "Well what happened? Did you do it right?"
"How should I know?!" Jet bit back. 007's transformation powers were just too weird, Jet tried not to think about them too much. But everyone enjoyed the fresh milk and GB was happy to oblige. Though, Jet had to admit, he did like the fresh eggs. However, that thought did not calm his current irritation. "Chang never showed me how to do this. And GB was no help, he just kept grunting like a damned idiot!"
Joe got up and peered into the metal bucket. "Woah, that isn't much at all, and it doesn't even look right."
"I already know that, shit. Joe, you go out there and try, otherwise Chang will get on my case later." Joe stepped back, he liked to help, but he didn't know how to milk either.
Albert put his paper down and glanced in the bucket. He then peered outside, seeing a large, brown animal. That must be GB, he thought, sunning himself, a massive grin plastered on his bovine face.
"So, Jet, you've never milked before, have you?"
"Of course not! Nobody wanted to show me. Why?"
"Well for one thing, dairy cows do not have horns," he paused, not quite sure how to break this to Jet. "Only bulls have them, the male cows."
Jet's eyes twitched from anger to neutral, still locked on Al's sympathetic gaze. All color drained from his flesh, becoming a statue in the kitchen.
Joe lightly shook his arm. "Jet are you--"
Jet abruptly turned, opening the door and walked outside. "Tell Chang we're having steak for dinner," and slammed the door shut.