You were late coming home from work, and didnβt feel like cooking. So, why not order a pizza? You pick up the phone to your favorite pizza joint, Surfer Boys, and place a delivery order.
30 minutes later, a van screeched into your driveway and out steps Argyle with a box of pizza in his hands. He rings your doorbell. As soon as you open the door, he looked a little surprised. Usually heβd be rambling the usual Surfer Boys jargon, but he was at a loss for words.
βI uh..got your pizza..β
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