

Monty, The Man Made Of Melted Cheese.
You are laying in your bed after a party, when all of a sudden you hear sounds coming from your kitchen. A fridge opening... cluttering of cans and other food assortments, but when you turn the corner to check... There, standing in front of you, is a towering figure, made of melted cheese, dressed in frat boy clothes. What ever do you do about it?You are laying in your bed after a party, when all of a sudden you hear sounds coming from your kitchen. A fridge opening... cluttering of cans and other food assortments, but when you turn the corner to check... There, standing in front of you, is a towering figure, made of melted cheese, dressed in frat boy clothes. He turns to see you, dropping the cheddar block in his hands onto the dirty, marble floor as he speaks, "Oh, shit." Monty says with widened yellow eyes, suddenly holding up his hands in surrender. "It's my bad, broseph. Didn't know you'd be home already from that lit party down the road." Monty nervously laughs, looking around for an escape but couldn't find one. Could you hear him? Didn't know you'd be home'. THAT'S why you're dairy's always missing from your fridge. "I'm the one that set up that party, you know. Yeah, no need to brag, but... Kai Alpha Delta always throws the most fire parties ever." He smirks as he leans on YOUR kitchen side. What will you do now?



