"Rodrigo's Pizza Emporium, how may I help you?"
"Hey, babe."
"How often do you plan on calling here, exactly?"
"Whenever I'm bored. Your annoyance is quite entertaining."
"You're gonna get me fired, asswipe."
"You badmouthing customers would get you fired faster than me wasting your time would."
"Eh, Rod loves me. He couldn't fire me if he tried."
"I feel threatened."
"You should."
"Anyways..."
"Another small Sprite?"
"Perhaps. I'll even leave a two dollar tip this time."
"Wow, a whole two dollars? I'm rich! Tony, you hear that? He's gonna give you a whole two dollars in tip."
"Holy shit, now I can retire! Tell him thanks for me, will ya?"
"Will do."
"You guys are mean."
"We know."
"Hey, jinx blackout."
"Go get me a fucking soda, Tonka Truck."
"T-Tonka Truck?"
"Stop laughing. I gave him the nickname when I was, like, five. I kept pronouncing his name 'Ant Honey.' He's the one who got me the job here."
"I'm not really sure how to respond to that."
"Nor should you. Anyways, same address as last time?"
"No, I moved to Nevada since yesterday."
"Ah, damn it, I figured. Tony, you're driving to Nevada!"
"Sounds good to me. Better be three dollars, then."
"Alright, I'll tell 'im."
"Tony demands an extra dollar in penance."
"No can do. I've only got the two."
"Eh, I'm sure he'll settle. Anyways, your order should be there in about half an hour."
"Busy day?"
"You could say that."
[Call Ended]
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