Ahh, milk, the nectar of kings. At least, that was what it felt like to Lloyd, who had been having a hankering for a cold glass of milk for a long time. So he sat, enjoying his milk, a glass in one hand and a carton in the other. After chugging down the last of his glass, he wiped off the milk mustache that had formed on his face and poured himself some more.
A lazy day, a comfy chair, and a glass of milk. Yes, this was, indeed, the life.