You were late coming home from work, and didn’t 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 he’d be rambling the usual Surfer Boys jargon, but he was at a loss for words.

“I uh..got your pizza..”