Chaos in a Bottle
Here's the story of a lovely cheesy,
Who was super cheesy and also had some string,
All of them, ranging from white to golden,
The youngest one full of mold
Yet even among the chaos and among the violence, life finds a way to go on. Almost any life, come to think of it. And life… Is important. For without life, we would have no cheese. Life is what the yeast has, what the bacteria has, what the nightmares of every basic biologist has.
And this sort of life… It is precious. It must be protected.
Which is why our fromage heroes d'jour are gathered here. A petition had been sent to the HQ of the Agents of Chaos, using the Agents of Cheese as a point of contact, pleading for help. A special brand of cheese, one that takes two thousand years to make, had at last reached its date of pure and unadulterated ripeness and could be broken. The cheese wheel, a giant thing weighing well over two thousand pounds, was to be cracked open at the Ceremony De La Cheese a week from today. But firecrack and thunder! The cheese had been stolen!
Careful intel work had located the planet that the cheese is probably on – a little moon by the name of Parmigiano Reggiano, which had an underground base in which many different fermented products were apparently held. Rumor had it that caviar worth more than all of the Core planets put together was hidden there as well!
An unmarked Agents of Cheese ship was just breaking into orbit and getting ready to land…
