Customer: Excuse me sir, I am very thirsty for milk and I cannot seem to find your dairy section.
Customer: Oh My! Why don’t I see any debris?
Clerk : It was also lost in the explosion I’m sad to say.
Customer : Oh… I’m sorry. Well do you have any non-dairy milk? I really am thirsty and my doctor said when I get thirsty I should drink milk. Good for the bones you know!
Clerk : Sure Do!! Down aisle 12 right between the seaweed and talc powder. It’s impossible to miss. It has a big red label that says road salt.
Customer : (To himself) No non-dairy milk and the dairy section supposedly “blew up”? (Pulls out badge) Sir, I am from the National Dairy Council and we have gotten several complaints that you are prejudiced against milk drinkers or as we like to call it, “lactose intolerant”.
Clerk : Nope. We haven’t got any of that either, sorry to say.
Customer : Sorry to say?! Sir you are under INVESTIGATION. Do you know what will happen if we find you guilty of lactose intolerance? Well, so far legally nothing but things might start to happen. Your mail man may start to look a lot like the milk man and you might start getting a whole lot of envelopes full of spoiled milk and cheese. Your faucets might start pouring buttermilk. You children might come home with cheese instead of homework!!! Scratch that last part. Cheese instead of ARMS!!!
Clerk : Say!! That sounds neat! How much did you say this service will end up costing me?
Customer : IT’S NOT A SERVICE!! You’ve been warned.
Cut to clerk in bed at night. a man enters through the window in a pink womens robe and a crappy wizards cap decorated with cheese instead of moons and stars.
Clerk : Well Well Well. If it isn’t my old buddy Cheese Whiz! Look honey, Cheese Whiz decided to stop by! So, how long has it been??
Cheese Whiz : NO! I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY!! I am here to bring bad tidings and curses of cheese upon you, you lactose intolerant, closed minded…
Clerk : OOOOHH! Cheese!! hahaha! You still got it pal!
Wife : Cheese? Hehehe…
Cheese Whiz : I AM NOT A JOKE! You don’t understand. Everything I touch with this magic wand turns to cheese. It could be you. It could be your lovely wife! If you don’t believe me, here’s a little demonstration! (throws down a smoke bomb, touches the lamp on the nightstand by the window with the wand. Through the smoke you see him throw the lamp out the window and replace it with a block of cheese.) BEHOLD!!!
Wife : CHEEEESE!!!!
Clerk : Hey, wait a minute. If you are my old buddy, you will remember the cheese song you were so famous for back in college. I’ll start and you finish. (clears throat) Cheeese Cheeese hmmmmm hmmmm hmmm…
Cheese Whiz : QUIET!! Apparently you don’t realize my power! With one touch of the wand I can turn you into a block of cheese! The only thing that can stop me is the Arizona armadillo. It makes me unable to control my bodily movements. Whoops, maybe I shouldn’t have told you my only weakness. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Ain’t an armadillo within 1000 miles of this place.
Clerk : Yup! It’s him alright honey! We never had a cheese song. That’s why he couldn’t finish it. Not to mention, we attended Arizona Community College, home of the mighty Arizona armadillo. Hey! Remember that time we kidnapped the mascot? Well… I still have it!! (Whips back the covers to reveal a half naked wife and at the foot of the bed the pet armadillo.) I named him stinky! He’s become like another member of the family. Go ahead and pet him. PET HIM!!
Wife : Cheese?
(Cheese Whiz freezes up and falls out the window. Clerk and wife shrug and go back to sleep. The lights go off, a man enters the window with a milk jug uniform and starts to poor a gallon of milk on the clerk.)
Milkinator : I am the Milkinator! Let all in this dwelling take heed!!