It was late Tuesday night, and Zack was hungry. But for what, he didn't know yet. He called the local pizza place in town, and thirty minutes later, he heard a knock on the door. Zack slowly opened the door, cash in hand.
"Dude. Here's your pizza," the attractive pizzaman said. "It'll be $13.62, dude." Michelangelo Turtle said.
Zack blinked a few times, suddenly not hungry for pizza anymore. "Would you like to come in?" he whispered.
"Dude, I have like six more pizzas in my car. I gotta get these pizzas delivered."
"No you don't," Zack said, pulling the attractive pizza man into his apartment.