Life At Pizza Hut

by Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Silver The Hedgehog works at Pizza Hut. His manager is Vector The Crocodile; Both enjoy many good times at Pizza Hut alongside plenty of coworkers and friends, sometimes embarking on stupid adventures: This is what life is like at Pizza Hut. Over 1000 chapters. It's no use not to take at least one look at this epic tale of Sonic guys at Pizza Hut. And its 10 years old!

127. Cardboard Doesn't Cover Money

Vector was inside his office as he was holding a special, yellow colored and green stripped cardboard box that would normally contain pizza, having crafted it himself as he was making it for a special occasion. Rotor stepped in, taking a brief break to see Vector.

"Hey Vector, what's with the new cardboard box?" Rotor asked as he rubbed the back of his head.

Vector chuckled as he waved his right hand at Rotor. "Oh, this... it's a special project of mine. I'm doing it so that we can make every order a little bit more special."

"Special?" Rotor gawked as he placed his hands on his hips. "This is Pizza Hut! All we do here is sell pizza!"

"Yeah, but don't you want the experience to be just a bit more than that?" Vector asked, a twinkle in his eye.

Rotor sighed as he shook his head, going back to work in the kitchen as Vector placed the special cardboard box in a viewing glass, getting started on a new cardboard box to customize.

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Silver knocked on Shadow's door several times, getting slightly annoyed as he waited for five minutes, holding the ten boxes of pizza. Shadow finally opened the door, yawning as he blinked several times.

"Took long enough," Shadow murmured as he tapped his right shoulder several times, opening his arms. "Now, about that pizza..."

Silver shook his head at Shadow. "First, you have to pay up, remember?" He growled.

Shadow scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Please. I don't owe you a cent. I'm friends with Vector, remember?"

Silver face palmed as he shook his left hand angrily at Shadow. "Look, Shadow, I don't care. Just give me the money so I can have a decent way of living."

Shadow took out his gun, aiming at Silver. "So, how would you like to be killed? In the head, or the stomach?"

Silver's left eye twitched. He then used his psychic power to send Shadow colliding into the ceiling, knocking him out. Silver waltzed into the house, placing the pizzas on the couch as Silver exited the house, collecting $741 dollars.

"This should be enough to cover me for the week," Silver muttered as he chuckled, heading westward.