It is 5:00 in the morning and I can't sleep.Maybe

It is 5:00 in the morning and I can't sleep.Maybe its because I slept in the day or maybe I

drank too much coffee. I drank over twenty seven cups of coffee today, and now I have to relieve myself, btu before I do that I must go and

drink another cup of coffeee considering i'm really tired and have nothing

for me too

and that also goes for me, see? I'm taking over this operation, see? So you can take your flunkies and dangle for all I care. I'll be the A-Number-Uno-Head-Cheese around here, see?

The Middle Eastern kashkawan cheese stepped forward menacingly, but before it could speak, the Swiss cheese shoved the Stinking Bishop forward clear a space in the mob, and said

I dare any cheese stinkier than this here "holey" Bishop to cross this line.He unsheathed his cheese slicer and scratched a line in the dirt. The crowd murmured. Then the Limburger

said "surprise sucka!" and removed the previously invisible Saran wrap. He kissed a baby loaf of swiss on the head and stepped over the line. I nearly dropped my slicer, the smell

of cut bread ruining my sleep for years to come. And that was how I'd known the general, come to learn the folly of "respect", in that horrible War of the Specialty Breads. Fin.