"Hello Cheese, hello Guacamole!" A friendly Australian voice came from behind Cheese. A black spotted, triangular-shaped stood there stuck in Guacamole. "Sorry 'bout this, Guacamole. Ey, not a good first impression. Anyways, I'm Nacho, and I just 'appened to land 'ere when we got tipped out. Could'ya gimme some 'elp, please?" Cheese dragged herself towards the struggling Nacho. She tugged Nacho out with her non-existent hands. Nacho scraped the bits of guacamole off itself. "Thanks for that, pal. Anyway I can make it up to ya guys?" Nacho said with gratitude. "Oh, and I'm non-gender specific. Just wanted ta clear tha' up before anyone starts assuming genders." Guacamole smiled, "Eh, it's fine. It happens more often than you think. I mean, at least it wasn't a lot."

Plop

Behind the three foods landed a pure-white cream. "'Ello, beautiful, I am Sour Cream," he said in his Mexican accent. "Oh, and you're wit' the filt'y Guacamole, I see." Cheese backed away from Sour Cream and partially hid behind Guacamole. "I-i'm Cheese," she stuttered out before completely disappearing behind the avocado paste she loved. "I guess we are competition, aren't we?" Sour Cream challenged. However, Guacamole ignored him and somehow turned his face to try comfort the shy girl.

"Why d'ya do that?" Nacho argued. "For goodness sakes, ya just burnt the tucker, mate." Sour Cream pulled off a confused face. "Ye un'ercooker the bangers and ate 'em while they were raw!" Though, he just looked more confused. Nacho sighed, "Ya blew it mate. Ye wen' to fast an' now you're never gonna get with Cheese. Blimey, ya should'a went chill. Anyways, the girl likes Guacamole, so yer never even 'ad a shot. Ya could'a at least been friends!" Nacho stormed off and went to help Guacamole help Cheese build up courage to speak to the pure-white cream.

This left Sour Cream all alone, until he heard a crunching sound behind him.