Then why didn’t you let the space aliens take it? Jeez, a little logic here, people.
Well, aliens or no aliens, my guess is the city of Toronto wouldn’t be particularly happy about you dumping cheese all over their subway tunnels.
Kytheria, I’m afraid we just might not work out after all. Thanks anyway.
Logic tends to evaporate in Kythereia’s prescence…
We don’t have that beer in this neck of the woods so I’ll settle for a pint (or three) of Boddies best bitter
An acceptable substitute! I’ve got a lovely cup of tea, just wishing it was another of those scrummy pints of Hobgoblin I was slurping last night. Bah!
Tea? Tea?
For shame woman, for shame
Most of my friends accept that I have no shame…so tea it is, until I get home.
On the subject of shame, do I get bonus points for the Sesame Street plaster on my poorly thumb?
Alright, I’ll grant you that. It doesn’t solve your cheese problem, though, and I suspect dispensing with it will depend very much on what kind of cheese it is. My suggestion would be to stage a meeting with Kythereia and a third party. Bring your cheeses with you. All thing being equal, the third party should lose all sense of direction and purpose and you will be able to slip quietly away on your own, leaving the third party to deal with his infatuation and, of course, the cheese. Do not leave with the cheese. This is important.
Well, now I suppose I have to bring along the block of old cheddar in the fridge to the Dopefest tonight…
Sorry, Master Shake. It would have been the start of a beautiful friendship.
Welcome** Master Shake**. Be forewarned: Frylock has been known to frequent these same boards. Try to keep it civil. 
But if you bring the cheese, that will mean that…
…ah…
…uh…
…er, what was I saying?
:: wobble ::
Is Master Shake what you do when you stand an urinal too long? 
Umm…
Hey, Shake. What’s going on?
Didn’t I tell you to stay off my computer?
-FrL-
(Sorry for the resurrect.)
Didn’t I tell YOU to stop bothering me when I’m watching TV? Answer me that with your sciencey computer mumbo-jumbo!
Now all we need is a meatwad.