I'd say you certainly can critique things in the comp, but best to wait until the deadline has passed. But, hey, that gives you time to write your own entry, perhaps, we need more players 
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NADINE: We're out of milk!
GRANT: Oh. Well, I can get some more if you-
NADINE: No, we're out of milk! That's our new slogan.
PAUL: We're out of milk?
NADINE: Yeah! Already feels good, doesn't it? Feels right in your mouth, doesn't it? Fits there all rich and nourishing like...
GRANT: Milk?
NADINE: No! Not milk! Like anything that isn't milk! What this slogan is saying, gentlemen, is that we are branching out, we are leaving the workaday world behind. The predictable? Goodbye! The generic? See ya, Nora! Non-headf**k anti-pant-wetting normaliyawn? Hasta la Bicester! We, quite literally, no longer have any milk.
GRANT: Nadine, we're a dairy.
NADINE: We're not just a dairy, Grant.
GRANT: No, we also sell eggs.
NADINE: Not any more we don't. We're thinking outside the eggbox, we're cogitating beyond the carton.
PAUL: Nadine, can I just check, this is your monthly brainwave to revolutionise our family dairy, isn't it?
NADINE: Correcticus!
PAUL: And the latest idea is, stop selling any milk?
NADINE: No. The idea is stop selling milk and eggs. Because people will expect that.
GRANT: On this front we agree. So what will we sell?
NADINE: That's a secret.
PAUL: Is that going to work, I wonder?
NADINE: You want to win a market portion in today's blipvert clickbait chop suey world, you have to be mysterious. Inscrutable. Fascinatingly, beautifully enigmatic - like the Mona Lisa.
GRANT: It's certainly true that she won't sell you any semi-skimmed.
NADINE: No, but what does she do? She confounds, she intrigues. She asks so many questions: is she smiling? Is she not smiling?
GRANT: Technically that's one question.
NADINE: Yeah! And what's the answer?
PAUL: "A bit"?
NADINE: Yes! So, maybe, we sell milk...a bit! But also, let's sell something new. From the chickens. That isn't eggs. Or chicken.
PAUL: Any specific ideas on that topic, Nadine?
NADINE: Could we, err, extrude some substance from their beaks?
PAUL: Not really.
NADINE: Right. And would the world be ready for a bowl of feather brek?
GRANT: I doubt it.
NADINE: Oh. [PAUSE] Can you milk them?
GRANT: Definitely not. But you can milk cows.
NADINE: What? Get away! That's mental!
PAUL: Is it?
NADINE: I knew you'd get into my mindset, Paul. Milking a cow! How do you come up with this googly-boogly stuff?
PAUL: I, err, don't know.
NADINE: Who gives a gobble? We'll do it! From now on we only get our milk from [SNIGGER] cows. Let's celebrate this idea! I'll make a coffee. Oh. No that won't work because-
PAUL & GRANT: We're out of milk!
NADINE: No, that's fine, we have lots of milk, as you might expect. But we've not got any sugar. Never mind, I'll get some. I'll just nip off and wring out some badgers...
I'll have a cup of tea, with no milk, an Earl Grey if possible?
