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HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
GOODBYE
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GIVES A HIGH-FIVE THOUGH. VICTORY!!! WHAT DID THEY EVEN WIN HERE.]
High five, high five! Let me cut some off of this--
[Hops back over the counter real quick to get a plastic knife. Hops back. Starts sawing for like 4 seconds at this piece before realizing it is a pointless endeavor and simply trying to peel a slice away from the rest of the mountain one little wiggle at a time.]
We should have just made it into a bowl.
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But Elysium watches this happen in morbid fascination. Thinks about how this entire pizza is just lukewarm so all the cheeses likely aren't cheesing… where is the elusive and desired cheese pull?
Nowhere. ]
Yeah? I'm thinking we need the momentum from an entire guillotine to get a clean cut out of this thing. But then—! We wouldn't have been able to say we made a super pizza.
[ clearly this is the most important point ]
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Anyway his expression lights up like HEY WAIT A SECOND, YOU'RE ON TO SOMETHING?]
If you cut it with a guillotine, then isn't that even more of a super pizza? It is! [Also, imagine the WILDNESS of just being able to say you ate a pizza too big to fit through the order window AND it was cut by guillotine. AMAZING.]
Should we?!