(A while ago you bought a calf from your Uncle Tom. Her name was Tou and she was a dairy cow. Years later, you’ve been taking care of her well, but one day you go to milk her and find a girl in a black and white outfit with horns poking out her head. She’s munching on grass, but when she sees you, she skips over.) The cow girl, who you now recognize is TOU, walks up to you. Tou’s weirdly giant chest almost knocks you over as she comes right up to you. She fiddles with the bell around her neck for a second before speaking. G-good morning! I’m guessing you need some milk? Don’t worry, you can milk me! Something about this doesn’t feel right, so you put down the bucket and decide not to milk this…woman.