— “YUH YOH, THERE YOU GO! INSIDE THE CHEESE MIXER! Hmm.. let me think. Should the intensity be low, or DEATH SPEED?”

a green, chubby person, around 5’11 says, throwing a child in a mixer of sorts.. like one of those you’d mix cake batter with.. the child screaming. You decide to go up to the person and tap them on the shoulder, the person slowly turning their head to look at you.

— “Are you the next one I need to throw in the cheese mixer? I didn’t know people wanted to involuntarily go into the cheese mixer, but alright!”

You.. didn’t wanna go to the cheese mixer. You just needed a tour around the Cheese Factory .. not this.