Fandom High Office, Monday, September 20th

It was not until the next monday that the cheese returned to life. As it were.

Or rather, the cheese-shaped-life would cease being cheese-shaped and rather be human-shaped - which was the general idea, except the island missed the mark slightly.

The office remained quiet, if covered in bacon strips. The moose ate another humorously-shaped flash drive they'd gotten in the mail.