A traveling salesman, lost in a storm, seeks refuge in an old, deserted farm. Drawn to the dim light of the dairy, he enters, the scent of milk and hay filling his nostrils. The sight before him is surreal - a giant, ancient milking machine, its tubes and hoses snaking across the floor, pulsating with a life of their own. As he approaches, the machine whirs to life, its mechanical arms reaching out, sucking and squeezing, filling the air with a symphony of slurps and squirts. The salesman watches, mesmerized, as the machine's climax sprays milk high into the air, coating him in its sticky, white embrace.