Miles/Pen/MP walked into his kitchen, craving a milkshake.
"Hm, I am sure craving a milkshake," he said internally, craving a milkshake. "But the only milkshakes I like are from In-N-Out. Maybe I’ll call them up and ask how I can make one from scratch."
His cockatiel, Walter, screamed at him from his bedroom as he picked up the phone, took a guess of what sounded most like In-N-Out’s phone number, and dialed it.
"Hello, welcome to In-N-Out," a voice replied on the other line.
"Wow, it actually worked."
"Oh, uh, sorry, nothing," said Miles/Pen/MP, "I don’t suppose you could give me information about how you make your milkshakes?"
"Sure thing. First—get out a pen and paper or something so you can write this down."
Miles/Pen/MP nodded, pad of paper and pen ready. Always be prepared, just like Batman would always say.
"Ok, so first, you need to make sure you have the right supplies—you have milk, I take it?"
"A carton of ice cream of your choice?"
"How about a blender?"
Miles/Pen/MP dropped the pen, paper, phone, and soon, tears from his eyes. He still did not own a blender.
- The End -