Chad’s stomach growled. He knew the only way he could satisfy this new hunger was with nachos, as he had done so many times in the past. Each nacho was a piece of the hunger puzzle in his stomach, and the pieces always lined up perfectly. While his ingredients would vary, one thing about the process remained the same: the cheese grater his aunt Broomhilda gave him on her death bed. “With every grate,” she whispered, “you become so much greater.” And then she died, leaving a young Chad alone in the hospital, clutching the cheese grater that’s been in the family for months. Ever since, Chad has made it his mission to use his aunt’s grater during every cheese…