Scott doubles over laughing at that last bit. "Oh god... that's funny. Still, that is very impressive. I have been following Tyler Pharma-Chemicals in the news. Very impressive the things that they've managed to make." Scott takes a long swig of a soda that somehow appeared on the table. He then looks at the soda in shock.
Scott looks around. "Jimmy Barone, son of Mr. Manfred Barone. The soda ninja. Not only does he know what to bring, but you never see him do it to you. In the last two months, he has managed to bring me the right drink without me ordering or noticing thirteen times. Once, not even at this restaurant. He's that good."
Scott looks nervously and then in amazement. "You don't even carry this flavor of Mountain Dew in this restaurant! How do you do it, Soda Ninja? How?" Scott then hears Mr. Barone call for him at the counter, and Scott comes back with a pizza piled high with pepperoni, ham, bacon, sausage, ground beef, Canadian bacon, chicken, salami, garlic cloves, and Italian sausage. He places it on the table, next to the shakers of Parmesan and red pepper flakes, and takes a seat again. He pulls the paper plates out from under the tray and hands one to Wendi.
"This meaty enough for you?"
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