You stand there in the GS and approach the grand freezer, mesmerized by its functional beauty... so many drinks, so little time. Out of habit, and maybe a tinge of insanity, you look through all the milk cartons to find the one with the latest date.

 "They always put them in the back," you think to yourself, "the bastards!"

 An odd-looking sign reading "Equestrian Club 266" catches your eye. You move some milk out of the way and uncover what might be a door. Naturally, you rip it open, milk flying everywhere, and crawl inside.

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