'Cheese' she says to me and sticks out a lovely, gooey chunk of a perfectly ripe, room-temperature camembert and NATURALLY, I went for it...and just at that moment the flashy beast blinked at me. Dilemma. Do I continue to go for the cheese and ignore ol' flashy beast boy or do I leave the scene in a huff.
Yeah, you guessed it...I went for the cheese...I AM NO FOOL!!
Nom, nom...oh, I think I managed to flick some up by my ear...good thing I have an extra long tongue!!
Cheese is good!!!