[Well, someone is feeling better. Equius is sitting on the floor of the general store, his face and shirt caked in a strange white powder which, upon closer investigation, members of the facility will realize is powdered milk, as evidenced by the canisters behind him on the shelf.
He looks annoyed, but a good deal more relaxed than he has been,
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You got the wrong one, pal - you want the condensed sort. Assuming you want it for, y'know, consuming, since that's the one you can actually ingest without having to snort lines of it through a dollar bill.
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[Equius peers at him.]
Where would that sort be? And what consistency is it?
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If the answer to any of those questions was 'no', then chances are I don't work there soooo... why exactly would I know where they keep the milk, hm?
[A pause, while he tries to remember what he was actually asked. And then makes something up, because he's only ever heard of condensed milk, not actually experienced it.]
And to answer the other question, it's kiiiinda like honey? Or, uh, it might be.
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I would rather have this than waste my time looking for something that may not even be here. And the idea of milk being the consistency of honey is simply sickening.
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Besides, it's nice. Probably. I mean, it's in fudge, and that's nice, so it's gotta at least be better than trying to eat powder.
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[From the look on his face, you might think Equius had just said he wanted to set babies on fire, or something. He hangs up.]
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