Hard cheese does not cause death, for it is super. It sups for supper. 'Sup, it says and then I suppose that's it. Don't read this, ch33s3 d00d – this is not libsupc++. The oogley boogley cheese man will get you, like a dwarf dives into a mortar made of, filled with, and firing cheese – down his throat! Yummy!
The cheese is also a renowned banker and a wealthy, healthy banker at that. His knowledge knows no bounds though he has a very short fuse and can erupt at any given moment. He works twenty three and a third hours a day and sleeps at weekends. All other times he binges on coffee and listens to Pink Floyd.
He is also big.