Dio hesitantly stared at the oven. Two years ago, he had attempted to make pizza rolls, and failed miserably. Today, he was going to reclaim his lost pride. The timer went off. He quickly pulled the pan out, and tossed it onto the stove. His eyes widened in delight, this time, they had come out a delicious golden color. He threw off his mits, and immediately grabbed one. He took a deep breath, and tossed it into his mouth. ...It was delicious! his teeth cut it open, and the cheese melted out into his tounge. He smiled, but suddenly, his mouth was on fire! The cheese was too hot. Dio spit out the roll, and cried outloud for help. Dio had received second degree burns.
