Bob, having fully recovered due to magical healing, which cost a heap, was now at the job hall, which was, as the name may imply, the place where jobs, also known as quests, where assigned.

This time, Bob, being infinitely wise, decided that he would have the hall master give him the "easiest" quest instead of picking one out for himself. He was now trying to decide whether or not to accept the so-called "easiest" quest they had, which was, in fact, easy, as well as discouraging and unattractive.

Rat extermination.

According to the quest details, there were rats inhabiting a cheese vault, yes, a cheese vault, in the middle of the city. They were known to be pesky, though not dangerous, and the reward for the quest would be a few silver coins.

The reward had initially only been a few bronze, but due to the lack of adventurers willing to waste their time on such a tiny and time-consuming task, the reward had ecentually increased almost a hundredfold.

Who would've thought that a place that specialized in making and selling cheese would have so much money?

Who even buys cheese anyway?

Bob put these questions aside for later and instead focused on what would very likely be his nose's impending doom.

* * *

The cheese factory was big.

It was ginormous.

It was huge.

It was...

Um...

Big.

Bob, who still had a limited vocabulary, despite his growing intellegence score, had run out of words to describe the cheese factory's seemingly infinite hugeness.

And in front of him was a not-so-friendly man with a potbelly that could be described with all of the above, a moustache that could be described with any of the above, and a grumpy look that could be described with all and any of the above and more.

This man was, unfortunately,

a) the owner of the cheese factory and

b) the man who would be paying him and most importantly,

c) the tyrant who Bob would be forced to follow the orders of in the process of cleaning up after killing the rats.

"You must be the youngster who finally accepted the quest, I see?"

"Erm, yes, sir."

"I am the business mastermind who kept this cheese factory in business over the years,

The tyrant who towers over his workers, making them slave over their work,

The 34th richest man in the entire city,

And former general from an army, which fought in a war."

"Okay, sir, so wha-"

"And do you know why I just told you all that?"

"Err, because you wanted me to, um, cower in fear in front of you?"

"Yes, exactly! Is it working?"

"Yes, sir."

Bob sighed.

"Okay, sir, so what do you want me to-"

"And also stop calling me sir. I don't like the title."

"What should I call you then, er..."

"Super Mega Supreme Cheese Overlord!"

"Okay, erm, super mega supreme... cheese overlord?"

"With capital letters! I can tell!"

"Yes sir, Super Mega Supreme Cheese Overlord!"

"Yes! And now you shall commence with cleansing my Super Mega Supreme Ultra Cheese Empire vault of the fiendish vermin inhabiting within!"

"Yes! I will now commence with cleansing your Super Mega Supreme Ultra Cheese Empire vault of the fiendish vermin inhabiting within!"

Bob sighed. It was going to be a long day.

"Wait, hold on, so which way to the cheese vaul-"

"The Super Mega Supreme Ultra Cheese Empire vault!"

"Okay, so then which way to the Super Mega Supreme Ultra Cheese Empire vaul-"

"That way!"

The Super Mega Supreme Cheese Overlord pointed a chubby finger in the direction of a giant vault door with a sign that said 'SUPER MEGA SUPREME ULTRA CHEESE EMPIRE VAULT' above it.

Oh.

Bob sighed again.

He really wasn't going to get paid enough for this.