Grilled Cheese Sandwich Review

I look upon the sandwich with speculation, wondering at its perhaps- too brown crust. I never enjoy a sandwich with too much crunch, and I scrape my plastic butter knife over its surface, listening for the bumpy sand-paper sound that indicates it's grade of toastiness. The sound itself sets my mouth watering. It's glistening surface beckons, and I suddenly realize the magnificence of it. It should be illegal to eat this or there should at least be an age restriction. Having buttered the inside and outside of the bread slices, there is a creamy quality added to the texture of a cheese that can only be described as from god's personal cow. Not too sharp, not too mild, it plays over your sense of taste, submerging you in melty extacy. I can almost hear the angels singing. The first swallow awakens my ravenous need for more, and I take another large bite that brings tears to my eyes, as I know there is that much less left. The richness of the butter saturates everything at first. That is until the hot, liquid cheese escapes from its equally delicious encasement of salty, crunchy and heavenly browned toast. This sandwich will change your life.
I give it one hundred on a scale from one to ten.