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Midnight on any given weekday.
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| I heart pizza. I heart it a lot. Wanna order one for me? I don't like the phone. | |
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| Dang, yo! I hate the phone too! | |
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After several hours of debate over who should order the pizza.
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| Sean, will you order me and Maggie a pizza? We heart it but we anti-heart the phone. Oh, and can you pick it up too, the guard doesn't heart me either. | |
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| I do every night, don't I? What do you want on it? | |
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30-45 minutes later at the guard booth.
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| If you eat much more pizza, you'll start to look like one. | |
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| Shut the fuck up or I'm gonna throw down! | |
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