It wasn't long before Montero dashed under the spigot and place his mouth right on the thing. Turning the faucet on, Montero soon felt the flow of custard go from the vat into him, the delicious taste soothing his mind once more. Montero was too eager to consume the custard to think of or set up another way to chug the custard, even if it would have been more efficient. The custard really had its hold on Montero, though he probably wouldn't have admitted it, or even thought of it.
Some time passed with Montero chugging custard straight from the tap, and he hadn't slowed down at all. Despite the significant period of time, Montero couldn't tell if he had been laying there for five minutes or five hours. The custard was too good to focus on anything else, and he didn't really have plans to do anything else anyways. He had completely forgotten about the broken down bus he was supposed to get back to, and even his celebrity diet seemed to have thrown to the wayside, though that was mostly due to the custard.
Despite the custard's flavor, Montero's curiosity was starting to get the better of him. He remembered the other doors in the basement and started to wonder what lay beyond them. If one door had provided him with such a great bounty, what else could be hidden in the house? Though, Montero doubted anything could be better than the custard, and getting up to explore meant being pulled away from that. Eventually, Montero decided to...
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