This is a distress call from spaceflight

This is a distress call from spaceflight Yi-R-San. We've been hit by something. We need help, we're stuck ! Is anyone there? May-Day! If you're out there: we were hit by a giant

ferrous asteroid, but it wasn't random. The asteroid had an actively controlled geomagnetic field & was turning to follow us. We took evasive action, but lost 70,328 crew & shields

had a 4/7 ration nullification. But I had to have her. I slammed her against the plasma bulkhead and tore her clothes off. She slapped me and said, "I am not who you think I am

." He gasped and said "You mean you're a-" "That's right, I'm a man." He said "I have a confession to make

regarding the cheese. I smelled the gouda, it was no good-a, so I put it back in the fridge." At this, the man reeled back in a fit of rage. He had eaten that cheese, and he was

worried how the mouse next door would react. Should he go out and some more?

the mouse thought about it, then decided to go get more cheese. The mouse next door couldn't turn her nose up at more cheese. Could she?

He decided a medley was his best best. He chewed through the fridge's vacuum seal, and entered this chilly world. 10 minutes later he had a piece of Roquefort, a slice of American,

and an uncooked noodle. This led to the ultimate question:

Do you check udon noodles' "al dente" status also by throwing them against the wall to see if they stick? He continued to noodle the question in utter vexation.