Well, since I had this idea...
"T.J! Run!" Mallory yelled. She threw her sword at the nearby window and the thin glass shattered. She ran, grabbing her sword, and jumped out the shattered window, running towards the getaway car.
She turned back, expecting T.J to be a few steps behind her with the pizza. But T.J was nowhere to be seen.
"T.J!" She yelled again. "Come on!"
The door to the pizza parlor burst open and T.J dashed across the parking lot, holding the pizza box high above his head.
"AHHHHHH!"
Mallory almost laughed out loud. T.J looked ridiculous.
T.J tripped over a cement barrier and face-planted on the sidewalk. The pizza went flying, landing a few feet from Mallory.
"Stop messing around! Get up you idiot!" She grabbed the pizza and jumped in the passanger side of the car. Halfborn was hunched in the driver's side, his tall bulky form barely fitting in the small Volkswagen.
T.J jumped in a second later, his face bloody. A patch of Gravel was stuck to his cheek, and his hair was slick with pizza sauce.
"We'll never speak of this again."
And that's why they never speak of the Pizza run to Santarpio's. The end.
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