Once the refrigerator regained its composure, it changed tactics. SO, MORTAL: HAVE A GLASS OF MILK.
Sour milk? E asked. Ew, no thanks.
ER…CHEESE? WOULD YOU GO FOR SOME CHEESE INSTEAD?
Does it come in a milk gallon shaped container?
There was a pause while the fridge tried to guess what answer was most likely to get Ean to open the door. UM…YES? IT’S POURABLE CHEESE.
Yeah, I’m going to go with ‘no’ again, E said. Thanks for the offer, though.
AAAAUGH! The fridge roared in frustration.
And on that note, Ean replied, I think I’m going to bed.
I WILL DESTROY YOU, the refrigerator shouted after him as he left the room. DESTROY YOU!!!