Jeff sits down at Olive Garden. He orders the pasta, and of course, the waiter comes to grate his parmesan.

The waiter grates, and grates, and grates, until the cheese block is finished.

But Jeff doesn’t say stop.

Cheese block after cheese block after cheese block is grated, and the surrounding tables are soon engulfed in a mountain of perilous parmesan.

Soon enough, the restaurant is drowning in cheese. As the waiter struggles to keep himself afloat in the ocean of deadly lactose, his tired hands are close to giving out. Say stop! He yells. Just say it! Please!

But Jeff doesn’t say stop.

Meanwhile, Olive Garden is shipping in more parmesan and other different types of the dangerous dairy to fill up their supply. They never expected this to happen, so they executed the standard protocol for running out of cheese- shipping more in.

An emergency team is dispatched, armed with vacuum cleaners, oxygen tanks, and a whole lot of courage. The waiter has fallen asleep but stuck in his trance, he keeps on grating. Stop! The onlookers yell. He has a family!

But Jeff doesn’t say stop.

Finally, one of the SWAT members pries Jeff's mouth open and makes him say it. The waiter snaps out of the trance. He stops grating and SWAT manages to vacuum up the dangerous dairy, but the damage is done.

The entire restaurant is destroyed by the tsunami of cheese, and the waiter is in a coma from exhaustion. Both lactose intolerant customers and normal ones are sent to a hospital from inhaling too much of the fatal fromage. Most don’t make it, and Jeff is quickly jailed for over-cheesing/third-degree-murder.