Imagine you’ve finally infiltrated the fuckin place and then you just see a bunch of businessmen gathered together geeking out on all sorts of pizzas; Salami, Pepperoni, Mozzarella, Olives, Corn… thick dough, thin tough… like a whole isle where everyone makes their own pizza to shove in the oven and everyone’s just really full and bloated… and the next thing you see is blackness, cause you have a bag over your head…. damn, that must suck!! haha
