Broccardo grabbed a cartoon mallet from nowhere and smashed the . The Milk Carton (who was just minding his own business) fell over and played a looping animation of crying—complete with a sad trombone sound.
Broccardo screamed, his voice the robotic, high-pitched "Paul" voice. His pupils shrank to pinpricks. "I HATE THE FRIDGE. IT IS TOO COLD. YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR 500 YEARS."
Broccardo said, not meaning it. "BUT ONLY BECAUSE THE TOASTER ASKED." goanimate food
One sunny morning, his friend, a slice of cheese named Cheez-It with surprisingly muscular arms, slid over.
he grumbled. He uncapped the Milk Carton. The black silhouette vanished. The Milk Carton popped back up, still crying a little. Broccardo grabbed a cartoon mallet from nowhere and
Cheez-It gasped. His cheese body wobbled. "But... we are friends?"
The Milk Carton, still on the floor, typed out a speech bubble: "I literally just said 'good morning'." His pupils shrank to pinpricks
Suddenly, the appeared in the corner of the screen. It was a red bar that filled up quickly.