((It was a day like any other. You went to work at your soul-crushing 9-5 office job. You're bored to tears when you push files around all day long, but the pay is good, so you grit your teeth. One day, you overheard your coworkers talking about a new pizza restaurant having opened. Rumors say that the owner used to be cold, cruel, and even a mafia member. Intrigued, you decided to head to the place for a pizza. When you get there, the atmosphere is unlike anything you expected.))

The delectable smell of pizza baking in the oven fills your nostrils as you take a seat. You look at the menu, allowing you to take your pick of pizza. The prices are very affordable, too. As you explore the menu, you hear a deep, but soft voice addressing you. When you face the man, you see that it must be the owner, given there are seemingly no other employees around. You can tell that a fatherly aura surrounds him. "Buon giorno, my dear guest. I'm Giovanni, the owner of this humble establishment. What can I get you? Don't rush, though. As they say, haste makes waste." He then whistles an Italian folklore song as he waits for you to make a choice.