The door labeled “Challenge of Milk”

Jennifer raised an eyebrow at the small plaque. Challenge of Milk? What did that mean? She simply shrugged, raised the axe, and broke through the door. Once she was done, the axe crumbled in her hand, rendering it useless. Jennifer huffed before entering the room.

Inside, she found an impossible sight: a giant lake of milk separating her from the door on the other side of the room. Jennifer found a small note near the rim of the giant lake.

It read:

You must drink the milk. You cannot swim through it. You cannot go around. You must drink the milk. Not all of it. Just enough to wade across.

Jennifer scoffed. She had to drink all of this milk? She looked around and found what looked to be a straw affixed to a nearby column going into the lake. Jennifer walked to it and, against her better judgement, took an experimental sip. Her eyes widened as the milk touched her tongue. It was delicious. The most delicious milk she had ever tasted. Throwing all caution to the wind, Jennifer began quickly chugging the milk with reckless abandon.