Where did you put the spoiled milk? (Sequel to where did you put the cheese)

I-will-do-anything-For-a-taco logged on, searching for his next victim. A young cheese approached him. His name was, Idrinkspoiledmilkforfun. Spoiled was clever, and devious. Taco was an old cheese now, and he didn’t want to end up like his master. Spoiled milk was witty and sharp, and he killed slowly and brutally, shoving sour cream (spoiled milk IDEUT) down their throats. In a soft voice that always rang in their ears, he whispered,

”Next time, don’t put the milk in the back of the fridge.” As they screamed and screamed, muffled by the sour cream. As their last, hopeless breaths slipped away, this was the last thing they heard. Taco was proud of his assistant, his vice murderer, his person to do his dirty work. But sadly, Taco ended up like Cheeseman. Sour cream shoved down his throat, he cried from the disgusting taste, and he was poisoned. Once again, he heard the sound of his mistakes in the past, that he would never be able to make in the future. He screamed, and the sound was muffled by the cream. It was a sad fate, but milk felt no guilt or remorse, in fact, he stole taco’s quilt and horse. Hey that rhymed hahahhahah funny. Milk was the master murderer, and evil genius, no longer an assistant. No longer a tool to taco, not a second taco, no. He was his own person. He had killed all the alphas with sour cream, and on the walls, wrote, and spoke to them,

”I don’t like when the milk is far away, in a cold, cold part of the fridge.” He hushed them, their silent screams heard only by him, their silent suffering only visible to him, their silent happiness they once felt, all was only there to him. But he didn’t mind. For he was spoiled milk, that is, until now. When he revealed his name, it was this:

xX123Cheeseman123Xx.