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7/18/2025, 9:28:00 PM
>be Pizzapants
>closing shift at Ice-"E"s P"E"zzeria
>hear an earthquake in the distance as the ground trembles
>oh boy, the world is finally ending!
>tremors getting closer
>close eyes and wait for sweet release
>door opens
>a creaking noise bombards my sensitive cat ears as i open my weary, sagging doomer eyes to a giant fucking robot wearing couch cushions as armor
>in a blaring red suit that looks like it was skinned off one of the Holidays' "Santas" (whatever those things are)
>so this is the harbinger of the apocalypse
>it starts talking out of a TV head
>Is that Azzy's old family TV
>Azzy's old man has finally lost it
>no, this guy is way too big to even be Asgore
>before I can take the huge TV guy's order, another voice cuts in and starts asking for the "[Specil] SECRET MENU"
>what looks like a greasy plush animatronic version of a penguin monster (no, that's his nose, there's a big smile underneath?) starts cursing at me
>after a harrowing cacophony that is their interaction, I take their order
>the entire fucking menu
>wonder if there is a God after all and it loves to watch me suffer
>my crackhead muscled-up coworker actually fires up and makes a bunch of pizzas and ice-"E" cream milkshakes
>finally serve them to the two obese weirdos (must be out-of-towners with those accents)
>Time and space themselves seem to distort as the TV-headed guy jiggles out of the booth seat along with his tiny friend
>they leave, and scar the entryway with cracks and odd grease that smells like engine oil
>at least it's over
>before I head to clean up the mess at their table, I double-check the cash register
>they paid in an admittedly large stack of real cash
>open the cash register
>fuck me
>the dollars all have the "email guy"'s face scribbled on them along with the words "KROMER"
>the coins are now a dinky plastic instead of the heavy metal they looked like before, engraved with the TV's face & "POINTS"/"I LOVE TV"
>at least I have a fun story to text to Pizzarina..
>closing shift at Ice-"E"s P"E"zzeria
>hear an earthquake in the distance as the ground trembles
>oh boy, the world is finally ending!
>tremors getting closer
>close eyes and wait for sweet release
>door opens
>a creaking noise bombards my sensitive cat ears as i open my weary, sagging doomer eyes to a giant fucking robot wearing couch cushions as armor
>in a blaring red suit that looks like it was skinned off one of the Holidays' "Santas" (whatever those things are)
>so this is the harbinger of the apocalypse
>it starts talking out of a TV head
>Is that Azzy's old family TV
>Azzy's old man has finally lost it
>no, this guy is way too big to even be Asgore
>before I can take the huge TV guy's order, another voice cuts in and starts asking for the "[Specil] SECRET MENU"
>what looks like a greasy plush animatronic version of a penguin monster (no, that's his nose, there's a big smile underneath?) starts cursing at me
>after a harrowing cacophony that is their interaction, I take their order
>the entire fucking menu
>wonder if there is a God after all and it loves to watch me suffer
>my crackhead muscled-up coworker actually fires up and makes a bunch of pizzas and ice-"E" cream milkshakes
>finally serve them to the two obese weirdos (must be out-of-towners with those accents)
>Time and space themselves seem to distort as the TV-headed guy jiggles out of the booth seat along with his tiny friend
>they leave, and scar the entryway with cracks and odd grease that smells like engine oil
>at least it's over
>before I head to clean up the mess at their table, I double-check the cash register
>they paid in an admittedly large stack of real cash
>open the cash register
>fuck me
>the dollars all have the "email guy"'s face scribbled on them along with the words "KROMER"
>the coins are now a dinky plastic instead of the heavy metal they looked like before, engraved with the TV's face & "POINTS"/"I LOVE TV"
>at least I have a fun story to text to Pizzarina..
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