The door creaks open slowly, revealing a singular piece of American cheese. It shouldn’t be an issue at all, however, the cheese is 6 feet long and has legs. It introduces itself as Chegory, God of the cheese, and orders you to follow him. You cannot deny his greatness and you follow him through the mysterious door and down to your kitchen. There lies two slices of bread, both the same height at Chegory. They are twins, Toasten and Breadan. They stand to greet you and politely pull out a chair. They have come to talk to you about your recent depressive cheese sandwich. You cry













