Even as I closed the refrigerator, I heard a dozen arguments why it would be okay to steal one
"No one will ever know."
"There are a bunch of them."
"Even the owner wouldn't notice."
No, I utterly reject all these arguments. I got myself a glass of water and just walked away. I've replaced the sin of theft with the vice of pride. Go me!
Edit: My reward for resisting temptation is that one of my coworkers just came by with some Pocky. A stick of chocolate is better than a stick of cheese any day!