Fifth Tribute in the Cooler Section

You are walking along, looking at the rows upon rows of dairy products when a milk jug comes at you out of nowhere. It strikes you in the ribs doing +4 damage. When you look at where it flew from you can see a pair of fake eyes staring at you unblinkingly. There is a quick flash of white and then the thing is gone.

There’s a wet stain on your shirt now, and from the smell it seems the milk had soured. Yuck!