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(at the dinner table)

RJ: I’m drinking fly blood. Arrgggllugluglugluglugllugl. (starts gargling milk)

Dad & Mum: RJ! Stop that! No gargling at the dinner table!

RJ: (craftily) I love drinking fly blood. I’m a spider. (starts making motions to begin gargling again)

Dad: Watch it spider, or I’ll turn your fly blood into…  moo juice.

RJ: (angry, yelling) THERE IS NO SUCH THING! THERE IS NO MOO JUICE!

More fly blood please!

(at the dinner table)

Dad: Anyone else want some moo juice?

LR: Moo juice? What’s that?

Dad: Just a silly name for milk.

Mum: You know. Like juice, from a moo cow.

RJ: (yelling) THERE IS NO MOO JUICE!

Mum & Dad: (surprised) It’s just a name for milk RJ.

RJ: IT’S NOT REAL. YOU’RE TRICKING.

LR: I would like some moo juice!

RJ: STOP TRICKING ME. YOU’RE LYING TO ME.

Dad: Okay RJ. How about some milk instead?

The Strange Properties of Moo Juice