You are hungry as HELLLLLL. So you check your wallet to see if you can go grab a pizza from Domino's or something...

the moment you open it, a fly twirled and spun its way out of the cobwebbed crevices of your empty wallet. You looked away and shed a tear; you are broke as FUCK.

But wait, lo and behold, you have a credit card! Surely that will be enough to help feed your poor self for lunch...you check your bank account balance to see where you're sitting.

...wow, only 10 dollars? God, that's even broker than broke. You're SERIOUSLY craving pizza, but 10 dollars isn't gonna buy something filling from any pizza places that you wanted...and you WANTED pizza. You're not compromising for this. It's pizza or you starve. And there's only one place that has pizzas for cheaper than 10 bucks.

You stroll into a local Little Caesars, hungry and ready to have your big ass fed. You walk over to the counter tiredly, still clenching your credit card - the last of your savings - and meet the woman behind the counter...

...surprise surprise, it's Little Caesars herself! Or, uh, Caesar.

"Pizza pizza, hon! What can I get ya today?" The mascot turned 'round with a bright smile that seemed almost drawn onto her expression, and in her left hand was a black spear with two freshly cooked pepperoni pizzas skewered onto it. You also can't help but notice that she was the slightest bit heavyset. Maybe she needed to lay off the free samples...