Milk

Final project for my storyboard class.
Be warned.  This story includes an image of a man gagging.  If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you drink a gallon of milk and call me in the morning.

My story takes place in a kitchen...

Milk:  "Ten cents he picks me today."

Orange Juice:  "Here we go again."

Milk:  "Today will be the day, there's no doubt about it."

OJ:  "I don't know why I put up with this."

Milk:  "I can feel it inside.  Something is stirring within me."

OJ:  "Dude, I think that's because you've expired.  You're probably just feeling the effects of your milk beginning to curdle."

Milk:  (sniffs himself) "I don't smell anything..."

Milk:  "...If you're afraid to lose ten cents I completely understand."

OJ:  "Make it twenty cents and I'll even throw in a string cheese!"

Milk:  "Done!"

OJ:  "Shush. I think he's coming."

Milk:  "Ahhh yeeeah!"