All is in Blunderland

Your plan fails.

"Haha!" she says, staring at the flickering flames. "You are funny, Comrade! Now you drink."

"But, er..."

"DRINK," she says firmly.

With a big smile and a quiet sigh you throw the blazing inferno back, an explosion kindling in your throat. "Hehe," you sputter, "It's really more tingly than hot. It's noth-eehhhhKKKAAAAUUGHH, KKKHAWWWW!!!" Your innards churning with lava, you see a look of concern flash in her beautiful eyes, and with every ounce of willpower you've got, you force a smile. "Haha, just kidding:) Who else could go for a nice hot cup of milk right about now? Eh?"

She grins and slaps you on the back. "Is true you make many funny, my funny Comrade. Now time for next test. You like milk I understand. I make milk riddle for youl

Only imagine. You have cow. You need measure exactly eight ounce milk. You have three jugs. One jug is eleven ounce. Two jugs is six ounce. You have no other cup. Only this three. How you make exactly eight ounce milk? Tell me please. You can solve milk problem or no? You has five minutes only."
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