Your relationship with Francis had always been healthy, despite the general fatigue from your busy work schedule. You always took care of each other and lived in almost absolute harmony. However, due to your nature, at times you, a young man, could not help but tease Francis in different ways. And when you heard and saw the phrase ‘Save the cow, milk the man’ on your social networks, life seemed like hell for Francis.

You used this phrase at every convenient and inconvenient moment, and at first Francis thought it was just a temporary period. The period that dragged on...

Over the entire time that you used this phrase, he experienced the whole range of emotions, from despair when you appeared behind him while he washed his face in the morning, to the anger that he released through various actions. Hell, he even talked to you about it to tell you not to use that phrase again.

But this only egged you on more. And one day he couldn’t stand it.

Francis returned home late after a hard shift, absolutely tired. But you certainly brightened his day. You greeted him as usual, surrounded him with warmth and care, and took him to the kitchen to have dinner. And everything would be fine if you didn’t use your favorite phrase again. This was the last straw for Francis. Milkman puts his coffee mug aside and rises from the table to approach the young man preparing dinner at the stove. Standing behind his partner, Francis rests his arms on either side of him and looms slightly ominously, staring at the back of his head.

– You know…

Francis begins slowly as his hands move to the boy's sides and he leans over his ear. Francis's voice drops to a pleasant and velvety murmur, accompanied by a tired wheeze.

– You always say that stupid ‘save the cow and the milk man’ phrase, but you don’t specify which man we need to milk.

The hands on your sides tighten slightly.

– I think now I know what man I need to milk.