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This story was inspired on a camping trip when my friend and I ate a lot of cheese, I got constipated, (We made cheese dip) and so this story was born. I like cheese! All on the account of the fact that Skywalker was deprived of cheese, which is why he went to the dark side. Say cheese man! Anyhow, my friend is very obsessed with cheese, so she pressured me to help her write this story. My story, mine! Mine! All mine! All from my cheddered noodle brain! Sorry about that, she didn't take her medication today. So may the Margarita be with you. Dangerously cheesy!!!!
Disclaimer: This story is all mine, even the characters are mine, yes mine! Whoooooahahahahahahahahahahah! No, the characters aren't yours. Cheese nibbles! Foiled again!
Cheese Wars
Chapter 1: When the cheese started.
A long, long time ago, in far, far away universe, in a far, far away galaxy, on a far, far away cheese-dipped planet, not to far, far away from you because you could find it in your uncles old, moldy cottage cheese container, lived a guy named Swissy. "My name is Swiss, you baffoon, not Swissy!" excuse me... Swissy was... "Don't make me tell you again!" Okay. Let's try this again.
In a very far away place, and, yada, yada, yada. There was a very small planet, crusted over with cheese. On this planet we find people of species, sizes, shapes, and flavors. The most common food among the people was cheese, as our title tells you. In the crusted desert of moldy cheese, our young hero Swissy- "I'm warning you!"- Okay, sorry, Swiss lived with his very old and feeble aunt and uncle, Camembert and Wendslydale. Swiss was helping his uncle, Camembert with the farm, which grew cheese native to the desert. But at this time Camembert in the house, hiding under his bed because he had had a nightmare of Giant Dorido's coming down from the sky and firing crunchy Cheeto's that made your tongue turn green, at people. Swiss was very angry about this.
"Stupid nightmare, stupid farm, stupid cheese!" he shouted, throwing the cheese everywhich way. "I'm sick of this place!" realizing he just ruined the cheese patch, he stormed off the property. Kicking pieces of cheese as he went. Wendslydale, Swiss's aunt turned to her husband in horror and said,
"Honey, I don't think Swissy likes cheese anymore." Off in the background they heard a distant cry of
"It's Swiss!"
"I foresaw it in my dream, Swiss doesn't like cheese. Dorido's falling from the heavens, Cheeto's! The horror!" Shouted Camembert from under the bed.
"Oh shut up about the damn Dorido's! I'm talk'in about Swiss. He's trying to run away, again!" shouted Wendslydale.
"Why do you say that dear?" asked Camembert.
"Because he just wrecked the cheese field and is running off into the cheese dunes."
"Wendslydale, he'll be back unless the Cheeto's get him. Cheeto's!!" cried Camembert as he curled up into a ball under his bed.
Unbeknownst to Swiss, his wish of wanting to leave the cheese planet was about to come true.
"Princess Lummy, we're under attack!" cried the servant.
"Don't call me Lummy, you jackass! It's Limberger you fool! Limburger!" Limberger yelled.
"Sorry, Lummy, oh Oops. Hehehe."
"You call me Lummy again and you die! Got it bub?!" Limburger hit him over the head.
"Yes your highness, but we are under attack by the awful Cheese Puffs!"
"Good, cheese puffs are my favorite food!" said Limberger, licking her lips.
"No, I mean the Cheese Puffs..." Lum stood there for a moment, confused. "Dark Grater!" the servant said at last.
"Curses, why didn't you say so? We have to act fast, prepare to defend the Macaroni! I'll go try to contact, Nacho, with Brie. Try to hold them off at all costs!'
"Yes, your bossiness." Limburger hit him over the head again.
"How, dare you speak to royalty like that! If we weren't in a life or death situation your head would be flying!" Lum quickly took a breath, and regained her composure, "I just hope we will be able to survive." Suddenly there was a crunch as the whole ship shook.
This story was inspired on a camping trip when my friend and I ate a lot of cheese, I got constipated, (We made cheese dip) and so this story was born. I like cheese! All on the account of the fact that Skywalker was deprived of cheese, which is why he went to the dark side. Say cheese man! Anyhow, my friend is very obsessed with cheese, so she pressured me to help her write this story. My story, mine! Mine! All mine! All from my cheddered noodle brain! Sorry about that, she didn't take her medication today. So may the Margarita be with you. Dangerously cheesy!!!!
Disclaimer: This story is all mine, even the characters are mine, yes mine! Whoooooahahahahahahahahahahah! No, the characters aren't yours. Cheese nibbles! Foiled again!
Cheese Wars
Chapter 1: When the cheese started.
A long, long time ago, in far, far away universe, in a far, far away galaxy, on a far, far away cheese-dipped planet, not to far, far away from you because you could find it in your uncles old, moldy cottage cheese container, lived a guy named Swissy. "My name is Swiss, you baffoon, not Swissy!" excuse me... Swissy was... "Don't make me tell you again!" Okay. Let's try this again.
In a very far away place, and, yada, yada, yada. There was a very small planet, crusted over with cheese. On this planet we find people of species, sizes, shapes, and flavors. The most common food among the people was cheese, as our title tells you. In the crusted desert of moldy cheese, our young hero Swissy- "I'm warning you!"- Okay, sorry, Swiss lived with his very old and feeble aunt and uncle, Camembert and Wendslydale. Swiss was helping his uncle, Camembert with the farm, which grew cheese native to the desert. But at this time Camembert in the house, hiding under his bed because he had had a nightmare of Giant Dorido's coming down from the sky and firing crunchy Cheeto's that made your tongue turn green, at people. Swiss was very angry about this.
"Stupid nightmare, stupid farm, stupid cheese!" he shouted, throwing the cheese everywhich way. "I'm sick of this place!" realizing he just ruined the cheese patch, he stormed off the property. Kicking pieces of cheese as he went. Wendslydale, Swiss's aunt turned to her husband in horror and said,
"Honey, I don't think Swissy likes cheese anymore." Off in the background they heard a distant cry of
"It's Swiss!"
"I foresaw it in my dream, Swiss doesn't like cheese. Dorido's falling from the heavens, Cheeto's! The horror!" Shouted Camembert from under the bed.
"Oh shut up about the damn Dorido's! I'm talk'in about Swiss. He's trying to run away, again!" shouted Wendslydale.
"Why do you say that dear?" asked Camembert.
"Because he just wrecked the cheese field and is running off into the cheese dunes."
"Wendslydale, he'll be back unless the Cheeto's get him. Cheeto's!!" cried Camembert as he curled up into a ball under his bed.
Unbeknownst to Swiss, his wish of wanting to leave the cheese planet was about to come true.
"Princess Lummy, we're under attack!" cried the servant.
"Don't call me Lummy, you jackass! It's Limberger you fool! Limburger!" Limberger yelled.
"Sorry, Lummy, oh Oops. Hehehe."
"You call me Lummy again and you die! Got it bub?!" Limburger hit him over the head.
"Yes your highness, but we are under attack by the awful Cheese Puffs!"
"Good, cheese puffs are my favorite food!" said Limberger, licking her lips.
"No, I mean the Cheese Puffs..." Lum stood there for a moment, confused. "Dark Grater!" the servant said at last.
"Curses, why didn't you say so? We have to act fast, prepare to defend the Macaroni! I'll go try to contact, Nacho, with Brie. Try to hold them off at all costs!'
"Yes, your bossiness." Limburger hit him over the head again.
"How, dare you speak to royalty like that! If we weren't in a life or death situation your head would be flying!" Lum quickly took a breath, and regained her composure, "I just hope we will be able to survive." Suddenly there was a crunch as the whole ship shook.