More starbeetus fat antics. It's an especially pretty day, and Mrs. Cthulhu and I decided to walk about an outdoor mall. There's two windows in this starbeetus from which to order. While placing our drink orders, a male eat beast and his sow sidle up to the window adjacent to ours, and it proceeds to order a Venti trimness inoculation. It said, and I quote, that it "wanted it milky", with that stupid greedy look that they all get when dealing with food. Now I assumed that it wanted cream. I finished my ordering and went off a few feet for a cigarette while I waited. Three minutes or so later, the eat beast walks by me, and says to his sow, and again I quote, "it took twelve sugars to get the texture right". TWELVE. FUCKING. SUGARS. It literally wanted enough sugars to thicken the drink to match the thickness of its blood. I then got my cappuccino and sipped it in bewilderment.