After tiring of hearing 'Under Pressure' for the twentieth time, Birras shut off the surround sound and went in to the kitchen in search of his natural prey, the elusive golden Gouda. As he walked into the kitchen, he found that about everyone was in there, eating, drinking or just talking. Scanning the room for a moment, the dairy-crazed Doctor saw what he was looking for, a giant, silver treasure vault that may contain a wedge of gold. Maneuvering through the crowd like a snake and thrusting the doors of the fridge open, he saw, glimmering before him, a large wedge of Dutch Gouda. Pausing a moment to enjoy the moment, the Doctor picked up the wedge and thrust it into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing the mouthful, he took a moment to appreciate the aftertaste before saying, to his inner cheese critic more than anyone, "Nice, firm rind, with that taste I'd say it's been aged 13 months, somewhat smooth so relatively fresh. All-in-all, a good cheese," and with that, Birras continued to greedily munch on the wedge of cheese.