It was the first thing that caught her eye on the shelves of the health food store.

“Fritz,” she called to her roomate, “we need this.”

“Why, because there is a panda on it?” He questioned with a skeptical gaze.

She gave him a stern look as she picked it up, “But look how deck this thing is…” She trailed off. A young man with long dreadlocks passed by the two of them in their pondering and gave them a questioning look.

“You know,” the dreadlocked guy started, “Pandas are so useless, what the hell do they contribute to society? They don’t do anything.” Zooey glared at him as he walked away with a slouch.

“Some idiot wears a Bob Marley shirt and suddenly he’s the benevolant dictator of matters of society in relation to the animals,” Zooey muttered.

“Eww,” Fritz grimaced, “condensed milk.”