A/N: hi. I'm early! YAY! Angels back in this chappé. It is quite… odd. So, yeah!

To Anon: Thankie! It would have been longer, but ran out of time. No such issues with this one!

PS: sorry I'm taking so long with bunnies. Exams, y'know, I really want to watch an episode to make sure I know what I'm doing, but there's so little time.

Pizza

The room smelled of pizza. But the room had good reason to smell like pizza, for it was a Dominos. A very sucky Dominos at that, with sticky orange tile floors and peeling dirty walls. It was small too: just one person at the cash register. Angel sighed as he surveyed the room. This really sucked. He had to wear a stupid uniform and a stupid hat and be patient with the stupid little old lady in front of him. Mrs. Martin was her name, and her old sweater was lime green with a bunch of kittens on the front. She used a walker and dyed her hair to look like popcorn like so many her age.

"Oh, and looky there, I also have a coupon. Free kitty litter! You can have it if you like," she slowly said in a raspy voice.

"Ma'am, we're not a PetsMart, but I'm sure they'll take your coupons," he said calmly.

Mrs. Martin looked surprised and slightly offended. "What? But they take my coupons!" she cried.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, but we don't need your kitty litter," he explained. His boss stepped out of the kitchen where he was yelling at the chef. The boss man was a large man with an Italian accent and an impressive set of lungs. When he saw him, Angel quickly dropped his head and ignored eye contact. The boss saw the kitty litter coupon and flew into a rage.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? WE'VE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES, WE DON'T WANT YOUR CRAP! AND YET YOU-" They moved to the side, and the next customer stepped up, a guy with "tousled" brown hair and auspicious highlights stepped up. His too-pale skin sparkled radiantly and there was a smirk on his shining pink lips.

"Hello, I would like to order a large pizza topped with walnuts, coconut, and little chocolate chip cookie dough bites," he paused and flashed a radiant smile, "But could you hold the garlic? My vampiric system doesn't tolerate it."

"-AND YOU COME HERE EVERY DAY WITH YOUR SILLY COUPONS AND IT NEEDS TO-"

Angel ran a tired hand through his hair and collected his remaining patience. "I'm sorry sir, we don't take custom orders."

The sparkly guy misunderstood him. "Out of cookie dough? BLASPHEMY."

"Uh…" he wisely decided not to argue. "Yes, but I hear Pizza Hut has some, you should try there and come back later."

"Well, why don't you just stuff your Pizza in your Hut, you friggin tes-"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? YOU GIVIN MY CASHEIR CRAP? HUH? HUH?" Boss took him and dragged him away to be given a piece of mind. That was the last he thought of it for a while, but it later would come back to haunt him. The next customer in line walked up. Not Mr. Rodgers again…

"Sonny, You interrupted my favorite soap with that commercial of yours, you should-"

"Mr. Rodgers, I have no control over the-"

"Don't lie to me, sonny!"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"

And life continued as usual.

But the next day…

Angel was slumped over his cash register, drooling. Boss had called in sick, so today had been blissfully quiet. It was a little harder to get rid of the older customers, but the right comment usually sent them off. He was startled from his stupor when the little bells some idiot put on the door jingled. Angel recognized him immediately: cookie dough was back for his custom order. Joy.

The strange sparkly vampire walked up to the counter and leaned over it. "You got your cookie dough yet?" he asked brightly.

"No, we don't stock it anymore-" Angel began to explain. But he was cut off by cookie dough.

"I don't care if your stockings are on the floor, you'd better get some fast, you-"

"No, I said we don't carry cookie dough, you'd best-"

"What did you say? I missed the last-"

"I SAID GET A HEARING AIDE!" Angel bellowed. Edward frowned and cocked his head to the side. "Uh…" Angel waved his hands to the door in the universal gesture for get out. Upon getting no response, he dragged the highlighted boy to the door and dumped him on the curb. Cookie dough sat there with his nose pressed up against the glass for a while, until an ice cream truck went by.

The next day at the same time…

Angel looked around furtively but there was nobody in the sticky little store to see him. Slowly, carefully, Angel slid a twenty from the register and into his pocket. It was just so clean and crisp… and this job was driving him to kleptomania. Then he gazed around at the sad little place some more. Boss was back today, and determined to pump up the noise to make up for his absence. Angel was losing his mind…

Ding, ding. The retarded bell rang again, this time Angel had to suppress a strong urge to curl to a fetal position and hide. But he smiled and looked up and no! It was cookie dough again. This time, he was wearing a beige v neck shirt and mascara. He peeled his feet off the orange tiles and cane forward.

"I'M BACK! And I brought you some cookie dough," he stated proudly. The creeper reached into a grocery sack and pulled out a tub of cookie dough. Angel wanted to stab someone. Hey, that was an option. H e had hidden the pizza cutter to cut himself with, but… there were other uses too. The creeper smirked at Angel and slammed the tub down. "NOW YOU CAN MAKE ME MY PIZZA!"

The former Angelus laughed to himself. "Okay… BWAAAAAA!" He knocked the dough aside and jumped over the counter, tackling the Sparklepouf. They hit the ugly tiles Angel hated so with a thud and he whipped out the pizza cutter. "Prepare to meet your DOOM!"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Oh goody, the Boss came to watch.

Angel laid the cutter against Poufy's pale neck and began to slice. After a couple seconds a little bit of blood welled up. He screamed at first, but after a while he just stared blankly at his captor. The cutter was very blunt.

"Uh, could you hurry up?" the victim asked tentatively.

"This is depressing. YOU'RE FIRED!" Boss cried, and Edward squirmed free and skipped out the tinkling door. Angel held up the tool with a smile.

"You can't fire me. I quit. And you're next. Too bad the creeper got away, but someone must die…" he held up the cutter and crept forward…

A couple of blocks away, Edward was crossing the street alone. He didn't look both ways.

Dee dee dee deedeedeedee, dee de-SQUISH.

He was hit by an ice cream truck. THE END.

A/N: See you Sat! CHAPPIE 30 WOOH SPECIAl and ya.

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