Talk:Holstaur/@comment-26380985-20170507053158/@comment-30700719-20170507122723

I grab a pitchfork leaning on the wall and stab through the wood. Immediately, it gets blasted away by the milk. "Hold on! I'm coming for ya!" I start up the NOTA-PE-NIS and ram the door at full speed. The NOTA-PE-NIS actually gets pushed back a little by the amount of milk in the barn. I look up and see my bro and one of the Holstaurs, holding onto a rafter for dear life. "Jesus, maybe next time you'll water it down a notch?" I ask, chuckling.