in every little ceasers location in the far reaches of the darkest closet there is a small man chained to a radiator, and he holds the smallest and rustiest grater known to man. in the room, the walls are lined with cheese. from parmesan to mozzarella, it is the mans job to grate the cheese. he slaves away over a bowl with grater in hand until the room is empty, but his efforts are futile. he tries but the cheese seems to never go away. all he knows is cheese, he has not seen the sun in many years