[u]You Will Cry Tears of Cheese[/u] [b][i]Pablo sat in one of his labs, listening to the Dojo crumble.[/i][/b] [i]"Looks like it collapsed without me lifting a finger... Those sons of bîtches."[/i] [b][i]He said, laughing dryly. His workers just silently manufactured his product, the scent of cheesecaine filling the air. He took a pinch and snorted it, chuckling. He was sure if they rebuilt, his product would be needed very much.[/i][/b]