Wandering down a path in a wilderness made of plastic cheese. Every last inch of this wilderness: plastic cheese. Not the the cheap kind either, but pro-grade plastic cheese, the kind from the finest fake sandwich you have ever done seen. At the end of the path in this wilderness a fake sandwich with real cheese awaits. You will be hungry but won't think to look for the real cheese under the fake, cheap, cardboard, fake-ass, shitty-looking bread. Sunspots of fake cheese will dance in your brain as giant ants eat you and everything else in the wild world.