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| PIZZA |
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| mmmm.....looks good on the box!!!� *drewls like Homer Simpson* |
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| Thence the pie emerges. |
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| "What the heck are you doing to me??!!"� said Mr. Pizza in a mad panic.� "Why, I'm going to 'fix' you......MU HA HA HA HA HA HA HA" said Preston with all of his inner evil summoned in the form of an insane laugh. |
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| "NO... Please, for the love og God, please don't throw me into that inferno!"� said Mr. Pizza as he peered into the oven set to prcisely 425 degrees.� The raw fear and terror was evident on Mr. Pizza's face as he was place into the Kenmorish hell. |
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| 19-23 minutes later, Mr. Pizza was brought forth from the Evil Oven of Destruction.� There he lay, a scortched mess, yet so very very delicious! |
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| "I sure fixed you!" said Preston as he devoured a portion of Mr. Pizza's burned and crispy yet delicious self. |
| The moral of the story: |
| Don't let pizza sass you around, after all, they are the ones who are going to get their butts fried, not you. |
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