On the pure, naked FURY of somebody 'borrowing' a splash of your milk from the workplace communal refrigerator
It was bound to happen sooner or later. I open the workplace communal fridge to find my personal milk supply on a different shelf and somewhat emptier than I had left it.
Time, I think, for the Red Dwarf Gambit:
Take that, you milk-swilling curs.
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