Foodvengers: Guardians of Grub
Chapter Three:
DiGiorno rolled back and forth the room with a dark expression. Corn waited patiently. Finally, the frozen pizza spoke.
"You must think you are so clever, eh? You discovered this room. You pursued an agent of the Cold Ones. But tell me; do you honestly believe that your refrigerated rats could defeat the fantastic frozen foods? Are you truly that ignorant? Do you find nothing idiotic or corny about your frame of mind?" DiGiorno did not break eye contact with his enemy.
Corn was not fazed. "It's just like you to be so cheesy, DiGiorno," he continued. "But yes. I do expect to defeat you. However, that isn't the point." He paused. "If you are so intent upon winning, why send an agent? Why reveal yourself? Only the weak feel the need to blatantly provoke an enemy in the hopes that some rare stroke of luck will save them."
"You're right," DiGiorno said. A smirk spread across his face. "Only the weak would walk into an open battlefield. I believe that by walking into my lair, following my agent, you have done exactly that."
He drew out his last words, and plucked a pepperoni from his cold skin. He began to sharpen it against his icy crust. Corn was totally unprepared; he had hastily left his trusty fork in his own territory, and he didn't even have any hardened kernels in his back pocket! Just as it seemed that all was lost, Corn remembered DiGiorno's weakness. DiGiorno had a certain trigger word, a word that made his cheese thick with rage and his sauce boil with envy. If only Corn could remember the word…
Time seemed to slow down. A bead of sweat trickled down Corn's body. He needed to remember- quickly! In a flash, it all came back to him. With all the strength he could muster, Corn screamed the word.
"DELIVERY!"
DiGiorno stopped in his tracks. "Wh-what did you say?" he stuttered. There was a long pause. "It's not delivery...it's DiGiorno! No! DiGiorno is the best pizza. Why would anyone choose delivery?" He began to whimper. The whimper turned into a cry, then a panicked sob.
"Oh, why? The terrible injustice of it all! It's not delivery! It's DiGiorno! DiGiorno! DiGiorno is the best pizza, and the best pizza is DiGiorno!" Traumatized, DiGiorno retreated to the corner of the room, his toppings wet with saucy tears. Corn slowly crept back to the refrigerator. He could just make out the words "it's not delivery, it's DiGiorno" between muffled sobs. Relieved, Corn rolled back to his home, where he would tell his companions about the recent twist of events.