It’s three o’clock in the morning. You’re standing, barefoot, in front of the fridge.
Not to get caught, you open the bag of shredded cheese as stealthily as you can.
The moment the bag is open, you gluttonously devour the entirety of it. The bag is gone before you know it.
Empowered by the Baltic God of Milk, you feel the shredded cheese course through your veins. You grow stronger.