You know... life is funny. You wake up, go to the refrigerator, and there's almost always something missing. Cheese. It's not like we eat if all. Most of it just runs away. But I have to know why we eat it. It has done nothing to us so we do we attack it's populus?
Do you know? It's because we are mindless, eating machines, just like Bruce from Finding Nemo. He could only resist it until he realized that being nice to them isn't nearly as effective as eating them. That's our problem. You look at the cheese and think, "Be free little one's, be free!" but then you realize that they won't servive on their own so you make it easy on them by eating every last one.
It makes me sick thinking about it, but while I'm thinking about it I'm getting a nice little craving. Mmm.... cheese.
*gets up to get some cheese*