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"You can't force me to do it!" he grumbles.
"You're being childish," she says in disbelief.
"Man, I'd rather die!"
"That is a terrible thing to say these days..."
There comes an awkward silence.
"Still... You should be the one to do it."
"I do it everyday!"
He grunts. "Really? How come I don't see?"
"You're just that unfocused on things."
He stares at what is just below him.
"You can't be able to do this everyday... It looks so uncool."
"It tastes so cool," she says, a little annoyed.
He sees red eyes and jumps, a little startled.|
'Great,' he thought. 'Now I'm afraid of my face.'
"Rate it on the cool-meter."
"What is a cool-meter?" she asks, honestly puzzled.
"Is it uncool? Cool? Very cool?"
"Ha- ha! Just do it."
He takes the thing below him and puts in on his lips.
And drinks the milk.
He suddenly spits it away.
"I tasted some and it was awful!"
"You're just stupid."
"Where did this come from?"
"A local cow."
"You taste it."
"I drink milk everyday."
"Then do it now."
She shrugs and drinks in the same mug.
She grunts. "Something is wrong."
"You're making me nervous..."
"This cow! It was already infected!"
And she drops the mug, that shattered loudly.
"It's fine!"
"Soul, I don't want to die yet!"
"Then let's be together even after death."
They kiss each other slowly with automatic groans.
It tasted better than the infected milk.
