Short story of a Milk and OJ carton
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!"
OJ: "Shush. I think he's coming."
Milk: "Ahhh yeeeah!"