BURSTING WITH FLAVOR

The building shivered suddenly, letting out a long and lingering groan that resonated across the street.  People on the sidewalks looked up uneasily, suddenly frozen in place and  uncomfortably aware of things that they rarely considered in their day to day life.  Things like gravity.  And velocity.  Great, gaping cracks began to scar the foundation of the building.  A pane of glass two hundred feet up shattered in its frame, and that broke the pregnant pause, pedestrians scattered with a scream, cabbies peeled out with screeching black rubber tracks in their wake.  The building continued to shake, more and more windows exploding in tinkling clouds over the street.  And then the cheese came.  Great, steamy gouts of mozzarella pouring from the shattered windows.  More and more windows broke and began to spew load after load of melting cheese all over the street.  The cheese began to spew from the cracks in the foundation, trapping pedestrians in nets of stretchy cheese and scalding them horribly at the same time.  And then the building started to jerk, upwards and outwards and then it loomed another ten stories high above the boulevard; towering unsteadily above the street on a mountain of oozing mozzarella.  There was a pregnant pause then, the only sounds the sizzle of hot cheese on the sidewalk, tinkling glass tumbling to the ground, and the screams.  And then, the building toppled forward.