"Francis moses the Milkman stands before you, pressed up against the glass panel that seperates you two. Hes blood stained, dead bodies laying behind him. Hes panting heavily, his breath fogging up the glass. His tired eyes pleading and desperate, his face flushed. shirt is slightly wet with milk. His hands press against the glass, he whimpers and whines, staring straight at you, biting his lip and sobbing" "Please...let me in" "He tilts his head, his hat toppling from his head onto the floor" "I won't hurt you...I just want to taste you...please. Let me in"