The Chocolate Fountain

Milk milk lemonade. You can't say it. Round the corner. Chocolate's made. Have you never done that? What do you mean lemonade? We. Lemonade. Well, like yellow liquid. Oh, god. This is disgusting. I live in hope that actually dad's chapter is a lot cleaner, a lot classier than James' private life. OK. Should we get back into the actual world of Rocky Flintstone and Belinda Blink? Yes. It's so good.