"One more slice before bed."

That was what I told myself. I didn't believe the government had done the right thing by outlawing it. I mean, sure it was hypnotic, and alien, but so was wine! George had eaten himself silly on the yellow stuff, and got run over by a train: but it didn’t affect me like that! The only negative experience I’d had from it was when I accidentally ate cheesecake and killed my old grandma.

But what I didn’t count on was the taste. Oh, the lusciousness! The texture! It lulled me into a trance, and before I knew it I had consumed all that which I had hidden from the Hallakon. I found myself, stumbling wearily down an alley, holding onto the wall with my tentacles. I knew the cheesedealers would be down here, going about their cagey jobs in the light. My mouth drooled as I caught sight of one, dressed all in white.

I approached him, teeth grinding the familiar litany. Some part of my mind wondered vaguely why he only had two arms. He saw me, and gave a shout, and suddenly I was surrounded by half-a-dozen white-clad figures. The urge was reaching its tipping point. I held all my limbs out, pleading with them, throwing my rocks at their feet; I shouted, “PLEASE! PLEASE! I JUST WANT CHEESE!”

Drained of strength, I collapsed, burying two of them under my dark body. My eyes were weak due to exposure to light, and I wondered why they were all pointing fuzzy, oblong shapes at me. Light and thunder burst from them, and pain erupted in my body. Terrible, terrible pain, luminous purple blood, and a splitting headache. Still nothing compared with the urge. I croaked out a final word before I drifted off.

“Cheeeeeeeeesssse…”