What's next?
Press Her
"You came home claiming that your udders were sore though. Does that mean that they're full of milk?"
She nods shyly.
"So do you use a pump to try to reduce some of that pressure?"
"No...never...
The reason my udders are so sore...is because I never milk them without permission. I'll...I'll admit I've thought about...you know...breaking the rules...before...but, I never did it. I'm a good cow."
You put the milking pumps down and turn to 13147.
"Well, now what?"
"Hehe. What are you asking me for?
You're the only one in this room who isn't livestock."
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