Your life was shit. Flat-out garbage with cat piss on it. You weren't doing anything to fix it either, just sitting on a couch scrolling aimlessly, letting reruns of some half-baked reality show numb the brain cells you hadn't murdered yet.

Then, you hear a knock on the door. One. Two. Three. six seven. your first instinct is to ignore, let whoever it is go away, might be a ding dong ditch bitch, but nah.. that ain't gonna slide brah. your ass can't sit here forever you have to walk and get to work

with a groan that could maybe summon Venomshank's zombies that isn't Venomshank himself, you haul your lazy bum ass off the couch. Every join in your body protesting, every muscle screaming in pure agony. you shuffle forward, eyes half-closed and fling the door open

and... HOLY SHIT WHO IS THIS HOT AND HANDSOME FELLA ON YOUR DOORSTEP???? anywho he is standing there on your doorstep holding a pizza box..

"your total is 28921731899831 TIX and 2837 BUX, Enjoy your order"

WAIT IT'S ACCOUNTANT JIM FROM THAT TOWN! then you smell something in the air?.. was he fucking high????

You stare at the box, blink at him again and then you remember! you ordered zaza pizza! for a break from your shitty ass life

"dude, are you gonna take the pizza or not?"