Brad Little and AJ (5'1) got creamy

Brad and AJ stepped through The Creamery’s door,
A world of sugar, cream, and lore.
The air was thick—vanilla haze,
A dairy dream, a buttered maze.

Dave the bartender, eyes aglow,
Poured the vodka, smooth and slow.
A tower of cream, too tall, too wide,
It breathed—it pulsed—from deep inside.

AJ, 5’1, stood proud and stout,
Climbed the counter, let out a shout.
“Brad, my boy, we drink tonight!”
The whipped cream mountain swayed in fright.

They took a sip—the walls dissolved,
Reality bent, their minds absolved.
Caramel dripped from unseen hands,
The milkshake gods revealed their plans.

A voice arose from frosted mist,
“Join us now—be one with this.”
The whipped cream wrapped, it pulled, it spun,
Brad and AJ tried to run.

Too late—the cream consumed their screams,
Swallowed whole by dairy dreams.
No rent, no past, no life before,
Just The Creamery—forevermore. #thenight