"Rodrigo's Pizza Emporium, how may I help you?"
"Top of the morning to you, dear phone lady."
"Do you actually plan on buying pizza this time?"
"That's not very good customer service on your part. I might just report you to your boss."
"Rod, the asshole's on the line!"
"Tell 'im to shuddup and fuckin buy somethin."
"Will do, boss."
"I think it's safe to say he doesn't give a shit."
"You're mean."
"Thanks."
"It wasn't meant as a compliment."
"Okay."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"So..."
"So...?"
"Are you gonna buy something or not? I've got a person on hold who was taking for-fucking-ever to decide on their order. If you're not gonna order anything, I have better things to d--"
"Can I have a small Sprite, please?"
"A-a Sprite?"
"Who are you to judge my order?"
"Whatever. Address, please? Unless you're picking up."
The person recited their address, DJ jotting it down onto a notepad before handing it off to Anthony, the delivery guy.
"Your order should be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Okay, cool."
"Hope you enjoy it, or whatever."
[Call Ended}
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