The Man-Child has a meltdown

I came into the studio and Prem was shouting and ranting about injustice. He looked at me and said “DO YOU KNOW WHO DRANK MY MILO?!?!?!”

And I said, “oh, it was me.”

“YOU DRANK MY MILO?!” Nodding my head with a grin. “BOTH BOXES?!” Hee hee, yup. “#&$)*&%!)(*&%)(#&!)((*%*($^)!@$!($^)@*!#&%&#$^?&?%&#$&@!*!!!!!!!!!!”

Long story short, I like Milo. It was there. I drank it. Prem adds it to his cereal every morning. He blamed Hafiz for not buying new boxes that morning. He can’t be angry at me. I’m cute. Hafiz went out and bought “MILO FOR EVERYONE!”

The man-child is happy again. If this was 30 Rock, I would be Liz Lemon, Hafiz would be Jack Donaughy and Prem would be Tracy Morgan. I suppose if Nadia was still around she would definitely be Jenna.

BTW, Prem didn’t even finish his cereal after all that. Big baby. It became a disgusting brown mush and he threw it away.