Gil Webber was really excited. He was finally going to try this new-fangled thing known as pizza the following day. All his monster friends loved it, and Gil was feeling left out. Clawd, Heath, Holt, and Deuce all talked about it non-stop. Even Hoodude had pizza.
Gil cried just thinking about it. He longed for pizza. He dreamt about pizza. Gil was Ahab, and pizza was his white whale. Pizza was his Holy Grail, his Heaven. It was what he had been waiting for his whole life, Gil was sure of it.
He woke up early the next, raring to go. He couldn't wait to try it, so he rushed to the nearest pizza joint. It was closed, because it was seven in the morning. It was opening in four hours, and Gil felt despair overtake him.
Later
The last four hours had been Gil's personal hell. He stood in front of the pizza joint, staring at the advertisements. He counted down every second until it opened and he could sink his teeth into the glorious 'Za.
Gil wailed. He gnashed his teeth. It felt to the fish-man that the door would never open.
But it did. Gil felt joy such as he had never felt before. Such primal optimism, such ecstasy. He rushed in and ordered. He ordered one piece of cheese pizza.
He held it in his hands, cradling it as he would his most precious yet fragile possession. He skipped over to his booth, holding it aloft.
"O, glorious pizza, I love you so. You are to me an angel, a cheesy wonder, a saucy miracle!" Gil intoned to the pizza. He happily went to take a bite, only for the pizza to smear all over his helmet.
Gil didn't understand.
"Why…"
Gil cried.
