Oliver was sitting on the toilet reading the back of a bottle of Comfy Cow Inn body wash.
"Is there not a single thing in this place that doesn't contain milk as an ingredient?" Oliver mutters to himself. "Who bathes in milk? Is this an Inn for people or cows?"
Oliver flushes the toilet then turns the knobs of the bathtub, letting the water fall into the tub.
Andrew enters the room and calls for Oliver.
"Yo Oliver! I got you some of that magic milk! You're still down to solve the mystery, right?" Andrew yells as Oliver emerges from the bathroom.
"On second thought, I'd rather just relax, have a cup of tea and take a nice hot bath." Oliver says. "Let me dial for the front desk and have them deliver that tea to our room..."
"Well, I'm always up for a challenge so I'm gonna wait for this magic to kick in then go solve the mystery." Andrew lays on his bed while Oliver had the phone to his ear.
"Hello? yes, I'd like some tea delivered to our room, promptly." Oliver says.
"We don't have tea here, only milk", Candy says on the other line.
"How am I supposed to relax without any tea?" Oliver groans.
"You can drink some milk", Candy suggests. "Most guests find that pretty relaxing.
"Dammit!" Oliver swears. "No matter. May I have some non-magic milk delivered to the room?"
"Sure, coming right up." Candy hangs up and almost immediately we hear a knock at the door. Oliver gets up and answers it. A man in a brown cow costume was standing there with a cart of milk.
"Non-magic milk request?" the milk man says.
"My, that was prompt indeed. Thank you." Oliver takes the carton of milk and slams the door.
Meanwhile, Andrew was starting to realize that something wasn't right. he cocks his head at the television. The colors appeared more vibrant and were almost popping off the screen. It was like watching a 3-D movie without the 3-D glasses.
Oliver approached the end table between their beds, sets down a glass then starts opening the milk carton.
"You know, I'm starting to think this two hundred dollar stay isn't worth it. They can't even provide tea." Oliver complains.
Andrew wasn't listening. He was too busy looking around the room with eyes. Something was off but he couldn't understand what. He started to feel anxiety and confusion. Oliver's voice started to sound like it was echoing through a muffled tunnel.
Downstairs, in the stage and diner room, the band was playing the song "Aja" by Steely Dan. They were already to the middle part of the song where the first intense section of drums and saxophone comes on. As the music played, Andrew was hearing it from upstairs. He looks over and sees that Oliver was pouring milk into his glass.
Andrew stared at the milk being poured into the glass in amazement and bewilderment. The milk looked super soft and almost like it was made out of clay. The glass appeared to be lopsided and appeared to melt at the bottom.
Andrews eyes move over to the TV which was sagging to the side and the colors were even brighter. The dresser it was on was also lopsided. The comfy chair beside it looked like it was starting to melt. Andrew looks down at his dufflebag on the floor. It looked like a giant piece of poop, only it was still the same gray color and features of the dufflebag. Basically, a log of poop with zippers and pockets. Suddenly, mushrooms started to grow out of the bag!
Andrew suddenly sits up.
"Whoah! Oliver, I think that uh...that milk is starting..." Andrew says, but Oliver wasn't even in the room anymore. In fact, he was in the tub, relaxing.
Andrew sits over the edge of the bed. He is starting to panic. A vision in front of him depicts a pretty woman biting into the cap of a large, apple sized mushroom. A bluish, inky substance dripped down her chin. She turns and smiles at Andrew.
"Yo! Oliver!" Andrew says but his voice sounded like it was stuck within his own body. He gets up and rushes to the door and leaves without closing it. He hurries all the way back to the diner and stage room where he appears at the counter where the same guy in the cow costume was.
"Aye! I think I drank too much of that milk, dude!" Andrew says in distress.
"I told you." The bartender answers calmly. "But you wouldn't listen. Now you gotta ride it out."
The Steely Dan song continued on stage. They were nearing the next dramatic part of the arrangement.
Andrew rushes outside and finds himself in the parking lot. He wanders the lot in a combination of fascination and fear. A small car drives by him and startles him. It looked like a toy car as it passed. Andrew looks up at some birds flying in the sky, they looked like they were made of clay and the clouds behind them like a painting. Andrew leaned on a car that seemed like double its normal size and he now looked like a miniature version of himself. He glances over at the street where cars stopped and went at the intersection. They all looked like toy cars and the trees appeared much shorter than they were. The lightposts were bent at the top like straws and some of them sagged over. The stop lights were sagging to different sides and the lights looked like stickers placed on them.
When Andrew turned to look at the Inn itself, it too appeared like a miniature model. The billboard was shorter in height and appeared to be breathing, the colors of the cartoon cow more vibrant.
Andrew put his hands to his face, mimicking the cartoon cow as the world around became something else...