ou jump up from the table and dash past the future folks, only to be stopped by a loud crackling noise. “Oh no! The Ninja Cheddar Brigade!” the future folks scream. In front of you, the walls collapse and fierce nunchuck-wielding mutant cheddars wave their weapons at you. The air around you comes to life, as if someone dropped you in the middle of a field of static-charged balloons. Everything goes black.