Pure cheese

What poor, innocent eavesdroppers might have overheard this evening at Kashkaval, the wine and cheese shop on 9th Avenue:

Her: Drunken goat cheese.
Him: Yeah?
Her: How much booze do you suppose they had to feed the goat before it got drunk?
Him: ...

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Her: Huntsman cheese.
Him: Uh-huh.
Her: I didn't know they made cheese out of huntsmen. How do you suppose they did that?
Him: They killed him with the sharp cheddar.

(Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom!)