"But I'm...I'm going to burn!" Pizza screeched.
"No shit, Sherlock. So am I." I mumbled under my crust.
"We're toast!" He let out that annoying screech again. Man, who knew his low tone could go so high?
"No..." I retort. "I'm a pie, you're a pizza."
"My darling bacon pieces are going to be cinders by the time we get out!" Pizza moaned.
"SHUT UP. I'M TRYING TO THINK. GIVE YOUR PIE-SIZED BRAIN A REST, AND JUST BE QUIET!"
Well, that made his crust clamp down faster than dough burns at 900 degrees.
"Okay," I take a deep breath, "we're going to get out of here. We just...need to open the doors."
"How the hell do we do that?!" Pizza demanded.
"Didn't I tell you to clamp down your crust? Zip it!" I snap at him.
*Sigh*, the silence was nice while it lasted...
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The Life of Pie
RomanceYou should read this. No, seriously, you should; however, this story is only fit to be read by certain people. This story is just the right type for you if you... 1. Love pie 2. Hate pie or... 3. Want to marry pizza However, I happen to be engaged...
