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[selfconcept]

HELLO

"..."

GOODBYE

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[voring]

meet me there!
i made a super pizza once and it was taller than the delivery window

[selfconcept]

what the fuck
thats not even a pizza at that point
but ok see you there

[ Pizza place... pizza place... Hien trudges on over. His sense of taste is still gone, bro. His week long depression. ]

"Obikawa?"

[ Peeks inside. ]

[voring]

ok bye!

[NOT THE WEEK LONG DEPRESSION VOID OF NO TASTE. This is truly so sad. But when he peeks in, Obikawa is just sort of flipping his compact open and shut again, sitting at one of the tables, waiting. He perks up when he spots Hien and hops to his feet to trot over.]

Hey! Ready to order?

[selfconcept]

"Yeah."

[ He meets Obikawa halfway there. ]

"I want all the jalapeno flakes on mine."

[voring]

[Reaches out and baps his arm when he's within bappin distance for no particular reason.]

If we get extras of the crispy little hams, deal!

[selfconcept]

[ baps his arm back just because ]

"There's really no one stopping us to make it happen. This is dangerous."

[voring]

[He is pleased with the mutual bappening.]

If they didn't want to give us all this power then they shouldn't have put the Pizza Hat here!

[GRABBING HIS ARM AND RUNNING TO THE ORDER SCREEN.]

[selfconcept]

[ Okay!! Order screen!!!

Hien picks literally everything with 50 orders of jalapeno flakes on his. ]

"Perfect."

[voring]

[THE 50 ORDERS OF JALAPENO FLAKES. MY GOD. Matchies but without the millions jalapenos.]

Nice! Aren't you gonna be shitting out fire for days with a pizza like that?

[selfconcept]

"I'll just breathe out fire from my mouth instead of my ass."

[ Like this remotely makes sense???? ]

[voring]

[IT MAKES SENSE TO HIM.]

I guess it won't matter as much to you right now, huh. Burning off all your tastebuds.