Something Fishy This Way Comes

It's odd. I had some cheese in the fridge here at the office. Some very nice cheese, as it happens, nothing fancy, just cheddar, but a rather cheeky and piquant little cheddar it was. What a disappointment when I went to construct my dinner. Today my cheese has disappeared, and in its place is a packet of the most God-awful substance known to man - DRIED Parmesan cheese. Bleccch! Looks like diseased dandruff, tastes like...
But then, perhaps you're eating yourself. Not EATING yourself - I mean, perhaps you, yourself are eating...

Ahem.

Like you needed any further proof that I shouldn't be rostered on by myself.
Did you know that when I don't see you I get withdrawal symptoms?