Just another normal day, shopping for Normal Things at Rosauers.

Oh, nothing to see here.  Just a perfectly normal box of penne and ch–

…of…

…of…

…

…what in the unholy $%&# is chreese!?

I feel like whoever titled this product’s mouth melted in the midst of saying it, and no one bothered to question it.  I mean, surely, they thought, surely, an actual human being, living here in this reality, speaking this very language, meant make the sound “chreese” on purpose.

That’d be normal, wouldn’t it?

Bene ēdite.