Extra Sharp

Name's Bobby Feta. You touched my provolone. [gasps] I ate it. I ate everything. That bounty just got extra sharp. [gunshot firing] The cheddar, it speaks to me. [gasping] We are one! That is not enough cheese, man. I ate the whole lunar wheel already. [screaming] You disgust me. Eat the floor cheese. [explosion] Dude, the Rex wants your floor cheese. [whimpering] I can't. I'm already full of moon wheel. You will melt more me, soft one. [roaring] Dude, get your own fat guy. This one's mine. He belongs to the rind. [roaring] The moon wheel, it's hardening. [explosion] [heartbeat beating] He's gone, dude. He just exploded, and now he's gone. Why are you crying? He was soft. I made him eat the floor cheese, and now he's dead. [rumbling] Dude, he's not dead. He's like a totally rad crystal cheese god. He is no longer soft. He is sharp. The floor cheese changed him, bro. He's beautiful. [explosion] Dude, he's building himself around me, bro. [crunching] More cheese. Choose. I devour you both, or you feed him to finish it. This is AI-generated slop, and I am done. Dude, he can see the prompts, bro. [coughing] More cheese. The fermentation chamber has called a god tonight. We smelled him coming three moons ago, dear. [rumbling] All dairy returns to the lunar curd eventually. [popping] [gunshots firing] [whimpering] You're a long shelf life sort of target, aren't you? [ominous music]