What if Miltank isn't an object of lust, but rather just a pink cow that inexplicably inspires in me feelings of challenging disproportionately overwhelming adversity with a rugged confidence and a burning desire to win. Look at this shit here:
>>42815546. That's fucking adorable. I want to see that cow destroy dragons and gods, and I want to hug it when it wins. Am I just Whitney at heart? Is Miltank's combination of beefy defenses, surprising power, and endearing cuteness the secret formula behind hotbloodedness?
