Scenario: The Nacho Cheese Inheritance

One day, you're typing on your computer when, without warning, an old man in a tuxedo and monocle bursts through your front door!

"MASTER CHEESKIN!" the man yells, causing you to fall out of your chair.

Curious as to if the appearance of this man holds any significane, you inquire him about his arrival.

"Master Cheeskin," the man calmly says, "I regret to inform you that your estranged father, Monterey Cheeskin has passed away. According to his will, I am obligated to inform you that you are now the CEO of Cheeskin, Inc."

Puzzled, you ask what all this exactly means.

"Master Cheeskin, it means that you are now the head of the largest nacho cheese manufacturer in the world."

Now...what do you do?

What do you call cheese that isn't yours?

Nacho cheese

What do you call cheese that isn't yours?

Nacho cheese

entropyecho

Quit my current job and eat some nachos.

What do you call cheese that isn't yours?

Nacho cheese

entropyecho

*ba-dum, psh*.

Sounds like a title of a "The Big Bang Theory" episode.

Say Alright and then call the police.

I'd have a serious discussion with my mom about why my father's a rich cheese guy and not the man I've called dad all my life.

I'd study the old man's mannerism during the impromptu meal I offer him. Shortly thereafter, I inquire about the location of the headquarters. If he says, 'Nigeria' I stab him in the throat with his own pickle fork. Any other answer gets him the salad fork. After 'taking care of' the body, I go through his messenger bag and find out who's after me. Once, I realize that he really is who he says he is, I feel regret for killing him out of suspiciousness. Then, I take control of the company, and begin to cut costs and employees in order to make the most profit for myself. FragStains

I'd have a serious discussion with my mom about why my father's a rich cheese guy and not the man I've called dad all my life.

theycallmeRP

She attended a nacho party hosted by the Cheeskin estate and, Monterey being the suave devil that he was, promised your mother that he would take her on an adventure across the world to try all the cheeses in the world. One night in Italy, when sampling the mozzarella he prepared in his vacation house, he and your mother had the most magical night of their lives.

However, Monterey was distraught by how he seduced your mother after realizing how much of an angel she was, forcing him to make an excuse about finding a rare cheese in Siberia so he wouldn't have to face your mother and tell her about how he used her for his own selfish desires.

You were born about a week later and your adoptive father was actually an employee of Monterey's paid to act as such.

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I'd strip and smother myself in nacho cheese with a gravy spoon. :oops:CoolSkAGuy

That or the lost holy grail of chez!

It's like you are trying to live up to your username TC

anyways yeah I'd probably drop what I was doing and take the job. It's gotta be a higher source of income than the job I was headed for currently.

Bathe in cheese.

Sounds like a more elaborated version of "your [insert mid-east country here] uncle died and left me one trillion dollars, plz send me you personal information".

I would open up a cheese park, sort of like a water park, but with cheese.

I'd also have a cheese fountain in my new richman's home, later, I'd assume leadership of the cheese empire, and I'd eventually bring the world to it's knees with my cheeselear weaponry.

I would open up a cheese park, sort of like a water park, but with cheese.

I'd also have a cheese fountain in my new richman's home, later, I'd assume leadership of the cheese empire, and I'd eventually bring the world to it's knees with my cheeselear weaponry.

The-Tree