Sometimes, I dream about cheese. Cheese. Creamy cheese. Oh the cream is so cheesy that its creamy cheese. Oh please dear, I require an abundance of cheese. Its all I ask. Please. Dear. I need you to fill my one true desire. I need my cheesy so I can die a pleased and well plumped man. Filled with cheese. Oh how I desire to be filled with cheese! Remnants of creamy cheese flowing through my blood. In every vein of my body. The fat. The sugars. Every delicious drip drop of its wonderful fat slowly plumping my belly. Saturated, unsaturated, Swiss or American, I require cheese, my dear! So please, dear, give me all the cheese you can gather. My final request. I beg of you my dear, fulfill it this humble request.
If you can't find any cheese, semen will have the same effect. Knowledge for life. Remember this, and you too can live a life as happy as the Cheese Man.
