Our mission was to infiltrate the heavily guarded dairy farm of Monsieur LeFondue, the infamous French cheesemonger.
We arrived in a black helicopter, which we promptly ditched in a nearby field, because, you know, that's just what we do.
The squadron, consisting of myself, Agent Frenchie, and our trusty sidekick, Agent Brie, set out on foot, armed with nothing but our wits and a pocket full of cheese sticks.
We navigated the treacherous terrain of the farm, avoiding deadly traps and laser turrets, until we reached the heart of the facility: the cheese aging room.
There, we discovered that Monsieur LeFondue had been experimenting on his cheese, imbuing it with a serum that would make it irresistible to even the most discerning palate.
We knew we had to act fast, or risk being consumed by the most epic of cheese cravings.
So we grabbed as much of the serum-laced cheese as we could, and made our escape, leaving behind a trail of cheese-scented breadcrumbs for the authorities to follow.
Our mission was a success, but at a great cost: we now have a lifetime supply of cheese.
Agent Frenchie: "I never knew I'd be so fond of Époisses."
Agent Brie: "I'm still lactose intolerant, but this was a mission I'll never forget."
Me: "I've got a new appreciation for the art of cheese smuggling."