It’s not easy being the perfect pepper. But when you are a crimson god among men, one that creates the finest self portraits, you can never go wrong! I serve a man with a pizza for a head, and he has me as his professional painter, when really I should be given the credit for defeating that menace Peppino Spaghetti, that fat, ugly chef! I should be worshipped as a god, with the Pizza Tower as my cathedral! That cheesy, slimy cowboy vigilante, that Noid ripoff, and that Peppino clone should quit!