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Pay heed.
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Pay heed, only to the regular.
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Because what remains, may reign, not pizza.
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Aiden stood at the pizzeria's quiet and small counter stretching the entire length of the plaza's very own local pizzeria, known as Bonrecardi's, everyone wore the classic red and green aprons.
The phone rang having Aiden pick it up, "Thank you for chosing Recardi's, how can I--- No... No. This is not Slice Hut... Heck no I can't give you their number!... You're the jerk!" He slammed it back down never wanting to lift the phone again... But it rang-, "Hello.. This Recardi's how can I-let me guess, you thought this was Slice Hut?" He wiped his pale face slagged with blonde streaks... "No. You can't have their number,,, no-! you go to---"
Back to standing in place listening to a phone's dull *bo-o-op*. He let the nonchalantness of another Tuesday meld by slowly like dripping magma.
Gary at the warm and toasty oven was practicing his pie skills listening to 80's rock speeding through three stations at once. Leaving toppings midair only to be caught again by discs of bread, slinging panned pizzas in like frisbees, slicing vegetables as they hit the work table...
And it was all due to him quitting drugs. After that chapter of life, he delved himself into the art of food making. But waking up to the sound of a beeping oven. He choked and groaned looking at a ceiling of smoke. Suddenly awake and sliding his grey beanie back from his black eyes, he goes to reach in and grab the pizza, but remembering he isn't a freaking god. He goes away coming back with a fire extinguisher... Spraying everything white and foamy he doesn't let up until he couldn't see orange...
Once everything had calmed down dripping white over everything, Gary groaned wiping his eyes as he slouched into his seat against the wall. "Recardi's gonna kill me." He said disheartenedly. But walking in after silencing the buildings fire alarms, a hippie in the most expected of attires walks in all happy,
"Aayyy! Ga-a-ary-!" He slipped forward over the tiled brown floorspace. Sliding unendingly and grudgingly toward Gary holding his beanie over his face... The building's owner sliding up to Gary's converses' was all smiles as usual. Be it his personality, or his particular scent that'd always drive Gary mad with withdrawal, "What's up G-man!?" He asked all hype and chill at the same time. Gary sighed pulling his beanie up from his mouth,
"Recardi's gonna kill me, Eze." He solemnly said. "I burned the oven."Gary sulked. Ezekiel squinted however in disbelief,
"Hugh? That's poossible?" He said gaining a fingered directional point from Gary.
It was a brand new white and sleek, Supremo-11-32 Special, Deluxe, oven. But at the point for Gary then it was a white square oven indented in the wall with a black streak that reached into the roof... "Oh. That is burnt... And I sure didn't pay for that beaut'. All electrics and dials that one too. You probably fried the frying with that one, my man!" He guffawed himself heavy as he got to a shaky stand with those lanky things he calls legs...
Hearing the commotion, Aiden peeling off his green work cap, groaned with Gary as he walked through the door slipping into the floor.
Standing up angered, "Gary what the heck, broo--" His face caught the glory that was the oven burned to a crisp, popping electrics and oozing white carbons... "Pfft... You're so fired." He snickered at his taller colleague Gary too emotional to respond. "Tch,Whatever. Ayo, Eze!" He bellowed giving his landlord three for the road as he himself laughed heartily,
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