Claw upon the ceiling of your grave. Break it open and let the festering dirt seep into your maw. Then, and only then, will you understand what pain I am going through. As I have poured my cereal-- Without checking for milk. Agony.
Check the cabinet
Before you wallow in your anguish, what cereal is it? There are some where that is not the worst fate.
Waffle Crisp. I could consume it. But it would be jagged and mildly painful.
You would deign me worthy of assi-- Oatmilk... Fine.
Powdered milk? DoorDash?
I do not believe Midnight City has Door/Goredashers.
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Then the oat milk will need to do for now.