CHEESE GROMIT! CHEESE!” Gromit hides in his room as Wallace shouts his name. Wallace had gotten so addicted to cheese that he would hit Gromit whenever he hadn’t got his cheese and crackers. Gromit saw the gun that Feathers McGraw had used when trying to steal the money. He grabbed the gun, checked if it was loaded. “1 bullet” Gromit thought to himself. He put the gun into his mouth. Tears started falling down his face. All the memories of him and Wallace came flooding into his mind. From when Gromit first met Wallace, all the way up to the present. BANG Gromit had pulled the trigger. His brain had splattered all over the wall of his bedroom. Wallace hadn’t heard the gunshot. So for the rest of his life he kept shouting, “CHEESE GROMIT! CHEESE!” He never even thought to himself about why Gromit was taking so long. For many weeks Wallace was sat in the living room, waiting for his cheese on crackers. Wallace soon died after 2 weeks of shouting for Gromit. The house soon went silent. No one ever took a single step inside of there ever again.With time too, the watery essence of divinity shall be wrenched from your corporal shell.

All that will be left is a sour, distorted, and grotesque version of yourself which we call cheese.

Cheese corrupts all men

Good and evil

For Cheese, is what we seek the most Gromit