If only his glare could have decimated Sam and the store around them à la Cyclops. Instead of murder, though, Dean led Sam to the cooler and showed him the array of milks. Most of the milks, it should be noted, were not even milked from anything. How the hell did a cashew even produce milk?
"Might I suggest the flax milk instead?" He pointed to the ostensible favorite. "As you can see, it contains ten grams of plant-based protein to fuel your smile." With that, he gave his brother his winningest grin, as though he were proof positive of the effects of drinking GudMilx. As though anyone should even consider such a stupid-ass thing as non-dairy fucking milk.
"As you can see, it comes in delicious Vanilla Dream and, oh - Herbaceous Chocolate! That sounds yummy!" He was becoming more and more convincing and Dean wasn't sure if he was just committed to the bit or if he was actually becoming infected by the fug of vegetables and hipster BO that clung to Don E's.
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"Might I suggest the flax milk instead?" He pointed to the ostensible favorite. "As you can see, it contains ten grams of plant-based protein to fuel your smile." With that, he gave his brother his winningest grin, as though he were proof positive of the effects of drinking GudMilx. As though anyone should even consider such a stupid-ass thing as non-dairy fucking milk.
"As you can see, it comes in delicious Vanilla Dream and, oh - Herbaceous Chocolate! That sounds yummy!" He was becoming more and more convincing and Dean wasn't sure if he was just committed to the bit or if he was actually becoming infected by the fug of vegetables and hipster BO that clung to Don E's.