Don't Distract Me, I'm Cooking.

“A handful of blueberries, a handful of raspberries, two tablespoons of ice cream, pour over milk, mix in a blender, garnish with whipped cream,” Drake reads out loud a recipe he found online. Drake's eyes sparkled with delight as he read out the recipe. As the thought of having the tasty treat of this milkshake, he quickly gathered all the ingredients and put them in the blender. With a press of a button, the machine whirred to life, mixing the ingredients into a creamy, smooth milkshake. Once it was done blending, he poured the milkshake into a glass, garnished it with whipped cream, and took a sip. “Delicious!” Drake exclaimed, smiling at the new discovery. Soon, he called for his friends, “Robin, Doi! Come here!” Drake's friends, Doi and Robin, eagerly ran to Drake's side when they heard the call. And when they did, they saw Drake drinking his homemade milkshake. “Wow, that looks delicious, Drake!” Doi exclaimed, his eyes filled with excitement. “I know, right?” Drake replied, smiling proudly as he took another sip. “May I have a taste of this «Purple Twist»?” Doi asked, already coming up with a title for this milkshake. “Of course, here you go,” Drake said, handing the glass to him. Robin looked at Doi, who was sipping away at the delicious milkshake, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, Doi,” Robin said, “you've made a grave mistake, drinking this milkshake.” Doi stopped drinking his Purple Twist, looking at Robin with nervous face. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice shaking. Drake quickly reassured Robin, “No need to curse Doi, Robin. It's okay, I still have more. You want some?” “That's not a thing!” Robin exclaimed. “Haven't ya heard? One day, in USA, one girl drank this milkshake, and next day she's been found lying dead in the forest, with the white-purple liquid instead of blood. …It's suspiciously similar to the Purple Twist, don't ya think?” Doi swallowed hard, putting his glass on the table, believing that the story Robin told is true. “Here we go. Robin, stop telling this nonsense!” Drake scolded Robin, but he continued his tale of the Purple Twist milkshake. “Did I ever mention the time,” Robin told, “when one dude drinking this same milkshake suddenly developed a sudden rash that started spreading all over his body? The symptoms became worse and worse, until his skin turned pale and dry, his eyes were glazed over, and his limbs turned numb.” Doi was trembling with fear, while Drake tried to demand Robin to stop. Robin continued, “He managed to call the ambulance in time, only to be declared dead moments after they arrived. Cause of death? Overdose of milk protein apparently, even though he was lactose intolerant! That same white-purple liquid was again found on the scene. Crazy, huh?” The more Doi listened to Robin, the more shaken he became. His imagination started working in overdrive, and he could vividly visualize the horrific incidents Robin was describing. He started pacing around nervously, rubbing his hands together, his eyes wide with fear. He looked at the glass of milkshake in front of him and felt a wave of revulsion sweep through him. He wondered how he could have been so naive to think that drinking this mysterious milkshake was a good idea. He feared for his life and wished he had never heard of the Purple Twist in the first place. But, as Doi was about to completely surrender to his fears, he heard Drake punching the table. “Robin, stop! You're scaring Doi!” he pleaded with his friend. Doi, now visibly shaken by Robin's story, looked over at Drake for reassurance. After a moment, Doi mustered up the courage to speak. “What if the milkshake is cursed? What if all those things are true? I'm scared, Drake.” Drake quickly walked over to Doi and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Doi,” he said, his voice filled with reassurance. “Those stories are just Robin's dumb tales. Nothing to be afraid of.” Robin raised an eyebrow. “Maybe they are, maybe they're not,” he chuckled, “but they're quite entertaining, don't ya think? C'mon, keep drinking your milkshake. It's delicious, isn't it?” “Ignore this dumb guy, Doi,” Drake told to his younger friend, “and continue enjoying your drink. You too, Robin, have a taste!” Robin looked at Drake, who was eagerly watching him. He hesitated a little, but took a little sip. As the creamy liquid slid down his throat, he took a deep breath and smiled. “It is delicious! What's in this milkshake anyway? Hope there's no poison in it.” “Nothing much, Robin,” Drake stated. “Just a handful of blueberries, a handful of raspberries, two tablespoons of ice cream, with a milk, mixed in a blender, garnished with whipped cream.” Robin's eyes widened as he put two and two together, his face filled with horror as he looked up at Drake. “You… you mixed the blueberries, raspberries, ice cream, milk, and whipped cream in a blender to create the milkshake I just drank?” Drake nodded slowly, his face filled with concern as he saw the realization dawning on Robin. “I… I really drank the Purple Twist milkshake,” Robin whispered, his voice filled with fear. “Stop overdramatizing, and just enjoy your drink!” Drake exclaimed, laughing, taking a sip of the milkshake. Robin grinned, finishing his drink, “Okay, I won't. But it was fun, isn't it?” “It sure was,” Drake grinned, finishing his milkshake and setting the glass down on the table.