The first, with pepperoni on the left and mushrooms on the right, arrived correctly partitioned, though reversed from the specific left–right orientation he had ordered.
“Dammit, Michelle, they got it backwards!” Michelle: (spins pizza 180°) “Witchcraft!”
I prefer to buy the entire seasoning industry, then several cows, and then drop a thermonuclear bomb on us all.
It’s a one-shot deal, I’m just waiting for the perfect moment.