At the summit of Mount Kolchis, ancient crystal skeletons of long-dormant gods cease their slumber as the infernal demons of dairy strike at hallowed halls to build their calcium reserves. Humphrey, crystal god of disapproval, drains his glass and hovers over the mountain snow towards the laughing god of mockery.
"What," Humphrey gestured, "is that?" The god of mockery, Izgili, nodded and unsheathed his gargantuan spoon.
“That, my friend, is a triple decker burger bus packed with weapons of mass cheese production."
Humphrey disapproved strongly, "Utterly ridiculous! The vegan cults. . ."
"Enough! We will continue on with my plan. Cheese is..."
"What," Humphrey gestured, "is that?" The god of mockery, Izgili, nodded and unsheathed his gargantuan spoon.
“That, my friend, is a triple decker burger bus packed with weapons of mass cheese production."
Humphrey disapproved strongly, "Utterly ridiculous! The vegan cults. . ."
"Enough! We will continue on with my plan. Cheese is..."