Cheeeeeeese

My name is cheeeeeeese and I have a story. In France, my Mother drank tea and melted because she’s cheese. And that’s sad. I ate a mouse and got food poisoning. It was ironic. I’m dumb. I hate mice with all my passion. I offered a mouse to god. He hated it. Then I killed a very small micro organism and I ate cheesecake. Which was cannibalism. I am eatable and I ate myself. I discovered a neat thing where; my mouth can eat itself and it causes great great great PAIN! I never bothered to turn myself into the police. Police are stupid. French cheese is the delicacy of The Great Mammoth. I like…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………PAIN! Wait no I mean bread and I joined The Club (of Cheese).